I've always believed that when it comes to any of the arts, the works we love best stay with us. For example, if someone says one of my books stayed with them for days after they finished it, I walk round in a happy little daze for ages. That, to me, is one of the greatest compliments a writer can be paid.
If I see a wonderful painting or photograph, they will stay in mind and bring pleasure long after I've left the gallery.
Perhaps I'm alone in this but the music that sticks in my head for days after hearing it is stuff I hate with a passion. Why is this? Is it me?
I say this because, for the last five days, ever since seeing it played on TV, I've had Donovan's Mellow Yellow stuck in my head. (No offence, Donovan, but I've never been a fan and I hate that song. Hate it!) I can put my iPod on shuffle, spend hours listening to music I love, and STILL have that damn Mellow Yellow stuck in my head.
I've been known to run for cover if Joe Dolce's Shaddap You Face is likely to be played as I know that will be on rewind in my head for weeks. (Watch this video at your peril!)