Any way the wind blows

I have been possessed by an earworm for the better part of a week, perhaps more.

There I will be, merrily typing along or picking apples from the trees in the front yard for Red to bake into pies or applesauce or any number of culinary delights, and all of a sudden I will hum or sing, “Nothing really matters, anyone can see,” or perhaps “Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?”

The interesting thing is that the accompaniment I hear in my brain is not a piano and crashing electric guitars, but a banjo, fiddle, dobro, mandolin, acoustic guitar and standup bass. I seem to have become obsessed by the Petersens’ rendition of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

The Petersens are a family bluegrass band, three sisters, their brother, mom and a family friend, who have a popular show in Branson, Missouri, a boatload of videos on YouTube, and more than 1,400 patrons on Patreon. We have been enjoying the videos so much that we’ve talked about planning a trip to Branson someday soon to catch a performance.

At the risk of planting the worm in your own ear, I invite you to enjoy the video I’ve embedded with this post. Just be warned, you may also find yourself hearing the song in your head somewhat constantly for the next week or so. It’s a very, very frightening prospect, anyone can see.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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