Earworms

Three passions have I: Transgender issues, baseball, and music. The first is the only one that gets significant play here. The second is of very limited interest in this region of the internet. Music, though, is universal, and that is where I have been taking refuge recently. This past week, I have listened to far more music than podcasts on my iPod, a reversal for me and one likely to continue.

I dabble in guitar, good with chords, infantile with fingering. I sing like a bird (a goose, btw). So I can make music in a pinch, but I prefer to immerse myself in the work of other, more professional artists. With the time I spend reading and writing blogs, listening is really all I can make time for. It remains the soundest(!) cure for gender dysphoria at my disposal.

With that in mind, and in an effort to have new material on my page daily, I have started a little text sidebar to share the earworm that has been stuck in my head. There's nearly always one present. Sometimes it will shift over the course of the day, sometimes one will play continually for days. Usually this is pleasant. Occasionally, I will have something perfectly awful browbeating me, say, "Copacabana" or Terry Jacks' "Seasons in the Sun." Gag! Those are the exception, thankfully. If I can guide someone toward a worthwhile artist, more's the better.

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