I can only stare

Some hooks are such audio dopamine that you'd think all of our brains would naturally produce a chemical equivalent of their essence. Which is maybe why they sound so familiar the first time you hear them. This chorus hijacked my mind Saturday morning and continues to hold on tight. How is that a man who labored over convoluted messes like Quadrophenia busted out such an effortless earworm just a few years later? Something in the water circa '82 maybe. Another one for my as-yet-to-created summer bike riding mix. Gotta get on that.

Pete Townshend - Face Dances Part Two