There is method in this madness, and madness in the method. Producing musical earworms is actually about teasing out and documenting the creative process. Of course it is about the music, but moreover, having a systematic development process for creating designer memes is the basis for Recombinant Memetic Engineering, a more generalised methodology for assembling memes for any purpose.
I’m trying to get the process down as quickly as it is revealed to me, and that is not necessarily occurring in sequence order. Putting it together in a sensible way can wait until later. Here, I want to give some insight into my experience at the beginning of the songwriting process.
Dawn is the friend of the muses, as the Latin proverb goes. I often dream about really amazing songs and not necessarily anything I would come up within a waking state. I dreamed up an entire blues soundtrack to a road movie once. If I realise I am dreaming then I think to myself, I’ll try to remember this, but when I do wake up, it’s gone leaving some vague recollection of a good tune lost. I have no idea why all this is; perhaps the muses are playing my strings. Sometimes though, a tune does persist through the hypnogogic state and lasts with me for some time. Clearly, I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
I used to write the words down if I could find a working pen. I would even attempt musical notation in that blurry state. I did even try to use the memo feature on my phone. The evolutionary approach has changed all that. It has put additional selection pressure on those musical memes emerging from the dream world. I am after the most sticky and spreadable hooks. If a ditty hangs with me all day, then it becomes a candidate for further musing. This approach tends to weed out the less catchy contenders while retaining the fittest, those that make the grade.
Of course, this is just one source of inspiration (in its original sense). With such an earworm that hangs around all day and won’t go away, then I feel moved to progress onto the next stage of production. The muses may bestow their gifts without requiring any effort on my part, but turning that idea into a product is where the blood, sweat and tears are shed.

