Ear Worm

She was one of those simple harmless people so endeared to God that could be so very irritating. Like every little sister, you had to love her but sometimes just wish she would go away.

If you watched closely, the veneer of bubbly optimism would show thin spots and her sad silent inner self could be glimpsed. We’ll call her Sally.

Sally preferred to hang with the guys. The sisters were much to dull for her so she took to bugging the brothers. She became the Lamby Pies mascot for a time and her lasting legacy was a particular ear worm that she had created by herself. Of course she would say the Lord lead her. I’m sure He did.

An ear worm, according to the urban dictionary is a tune or melody that sticks in your head. They use; I hate to do this to you, the Jeopardy song. Now its there, in your head. Try to get rid of it.

The creative process was particularly painful for the guys who experienced every line of Sally’s ear worm coming to fruition. It evokes the Double-mint twins singing in the seventies. Syrupy sweet like eating a bowl of brown sugar with a spoon.

There was a revolution in music going on at the time. One of the musicians from Petra said, and I paraphrase, “Why should the un-believers have all the good music.” It was the death knell for Southern Gospel which dominated the Christian channel air waves.