The Missouri Morning Mystery of the Nameless Song
A satire for anyone who’s ever been musically tormented before coffee Some Missouri mornings begin peacefully. And then there are mornings when you wake up with a song in your head that refuses to identify itself , like a classic‑rock squatter who broke into your brain overnight and won’t leave. This was one of those mornings. A soft, cinematic tune definitely from The Insider , which I watched on Paramount+ the night before looped in my head like it had legal residency. No lyrics. No title. No clues. Just vibes and torment. So I did what any musically tortured person would do before coffee: I listened to the entire movie soundtrack on YouTube , scrolling like a detective reviewing evidence in a cold case. Nothing. My husband tried to help. Even when I replayed the closing credits, he shrugged and said, “It’s a classic rock band from the late 1960s.” Great. That narrows it down to… roughly every band ever formed during that decade. So the search continued. I...