Some kind of pun about grains? I don’t know.
For a while I’ve been thinking about keeping a record of the songs my brain plays to me unbidden, over the course of a day or a week or whatever. I don’t know what I aim to achieve - maybe some kind of weird self-psychoanalysis - but I actually started doing it today.
While I was noting today’s jukebox favourites on my magic phone, my clumsy end-of-the-winter-day fingers were less accurate than usual.
Turns out “Game Shows Touch Our Lives” is a song by Rye Mountain Oats.
