I call that "finding the pulse of the trail". WBYeah, (especially once I have my trail legs) it's like the trail is moving under your feet and you're there for the ride.
Peace
the Final Countdown
Bfitz, you are cruel to suggest that anyone should even consider thinking about that song while hiking. It happened to me (that one, "Paradise by the Dashboard Light", and wierdly, "I Like my Women Just a Little on the Trashy Side"), and once it was there it just came back, again and again and again... IMO, the price is just too steep.
I theorize that the beat of these three songs just somehow really fit in with the usual rhythm of my steps. I found if I just walked a little faster or slower, I'd be saddled with a new (if not better) earworm everytime.
It's the tempo, man.
My earworms always match my pace at that time. If I want to change the tune I either speed up or slow down......weird.
"When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute.
But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute--and it's longer than any hour.
That's relativity." --Albert Einstein--
Great minds?
You beat me by mere moments with the same thought, Jamalaya.
"When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute.
But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute--and it's longer than any hour.
That's relativity." --Albert Einstein--
A couple of years ago there was a thread,"A song in my head". It happens to about every hiker, it won't end when you finish. You will start to make up your own lyrics. I never hiked with a radio, headset, mp3 or whatever. I just listened to old songs in my mind, made up some lyrics if I didn,t know any. Another mind game you can play is making uo fictional stories. Sherpa, Anna, Amtrack and I wrote a whole poem based loosely on Longfellows, "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere". It was about Samuel Tupper who Tupperware was named after. He was in fiction Paul Revere's black slave who in our poem made the famous ride on his mule. One day in town we saw an ad for Revere Ware, wondered where Tupperware came from and working on our epic poem kept our simple minds off songs for much of Tn. N.C. and Virginia. Your mind goes strange places when you are thru hiking and let it wander, it is part of the fun of hiking and if you have a good imagination some of the places your mind goes will bring endless entertainment. It wont stop with some song you can/t get out of your head.
Don't eat the yellow snow. O
Thanks for posting this topic. Saved me from posting it. Hiked up to Beauty Spot the other day and the whole way I was hearing Steely Dan's "Deacon Blues":
"They got a name for the winners of the world,
I want a name when I lose...
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues..."
The Alabama reference dates the song. If it were written today they'd have to find a different rhyme.
They call Florida the Gators
Call me ????
It was a clear day at Beauty Spot. You could see Kentucky, Virginia and North Carolina.
The worst is when you only know one or two lines from a song, so just that verse cycles over and over and over aaaaaarrrrghgghhhhh!!!!!
The equipment talk and all is a necessary evil. We all want to make sure that people live long enough out there to experience the esoteric. I sure love hearing about how the mind/self adapts and entertains itself when it knows there's not much it has to do.Originally Posted by Phil1959
You can never appreciate the shade of a tree unless you sweat in the sun.-- Author Unknown
If you aren't fond of songs that won't leave your head, I would not recommend this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N0w2rORwSc
But you'll have to listen to it, won't you?
Maybe. Either that, or it happens to the person you are hiking with...especially if they are in second grade.
Is there medicine for frequent earworm attacks? There were multiple days on the trail when my mental IPod was stuck with the golden oldies. Bfitz is right, you gotta get you an MP3 to use eraser tunes.
a.k.a CHOP-CHOP
You could try thinking of food.
LMAO, now that's funny.
a.k.a CHOP-CHOP
I think of the story, The Little Train That Could, CHOO CHOO.
(saw that on some movie last week)
[COLOR="Blue"]Hokey Pokey [/COLOR]
There's a hole in the bucket, dear liza, dear liza
There's a hole in the bucket, dear liza, a hole.
Then mend it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry
Then mend it dear Henry, dear Henry, mend it....
This one is great because it is never ending...you can make up your own versus..even make new versus to fit the AT.
...and I thought I was weird for getting hooked on Metallica tunes out there.There's a hole in the bucket, dear liza, dear liza
There's a hole in the bucket, dear liza, a hole.
Then mend it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry
Then mend it dear Henry, dear Henry, mend it....
This one is great because it is never ending...you can make up your own versus..even make new versus to fit the AT.
geek
Well, I hike too slow to keep pace with Metallica....and I thought I was weird for getting hooked on Metallica tunes out there.
geek
ACK! Someone posted 'The Final Countdown' on their trailjournal the other day, and I had it stuck in my head for nearly 48 hours.
I finally got rid of it, and then I had to go and read this thread.
I'm bringing an iPod, but probably only going to use it at night if I can't sleep. I like to let my mind wander while I walk.
"Too much civilization around here! Remember when the woods used to be woods, Harry?"
not by the time you get to virginia
geek
"Everybody was kung-fu fighting,
Those cats were fast as lightning,
In fact it was a little bit frightning,
For they fought with expert timing."
Over, and over, and over again. I know all the lyrics to this song, but when the birds aren't chirping these four lines creep into my head.
Guess it's better than the tinnitus.
"Don't worry...even if things end up a bit too heavy...we'll all float on... all right."- Modest Mouse
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