Random Thursday: Do You Wanna Hear Some Music?

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

If music be the food of life . . . then the apples are earwormy.

Or something.

It’s been a really long week . . .


A Minor Anthem

No pun intended—I don’t know exactly which key or keys Chase Holfelder is using here,
and I’m too lazy to fiddle with the piano until I can figure it out.

But it’s very, very effective.

I think I may like this version better . . .

Is that wrong?


Do You Wanna Topple Hydra?

Do You Wanna Topple Hydra

(Via Watson, who knows how susceptible I am to both Disney earworms and little, baby Avenger memes.  Thanks a lot.)


Let Vivaldi’s Winter Go

I should probably apologize for this.

But I’m not gonna.


Lest I be Accused of Marvel bias**


Found this on Stjepan Sejic’s deviantArt page, along with fantastic art
which wasn’t inspired from the most insidious earworm on this planet.

So it should be safe to check it out.



Bartholomäus Traubeck has found a way to play the life of a tree like an LP.

The result, which has been converted into piano notes, has a certain gravitas that Mr. Tolkien might have appreciated.


*That, of course, is a lie.  The whole soundtrack has embedded itself in my cerebral cortex and cannot be removed without doing further damage.  I find myself singing things like this—no joke, this happened—to my children:

Do you want to pack an apple?
You can put it in your lunch.
It’s nice and red, will keep you fed,
And has a nice loud crunch!
You’re gonna contract scurvy
And then you’ll cry—
So what are you going to do?
Do you want to pack an apple?
It doesn’t have to be an apple . . .

‘Cause in the first time in forever,
We have a banana tree!
For the first time in forever,
No black spots can I see . . .

Give it to me straight, Doc.  Is it terminal?

**It’s TRUE.  It’s ALL TRUE.  >sob . . . <