There’s a new Cadbury commercial airing these days, a claymation effort where the environment and characters are all made of chocolate. The advert has licensed Wouldn’t It Be Nice by the Beach Boys, and has rewritten the lyric with phrases such as: “If a shark comes to bite you/You can say, ‘I’m made of chocolate, I invite you’/Wouldn’t it be nice?”

Which is why I had the Beach Boys in my head this morning. Pet Sounds, by the way, remains one of the best albums ever made.

This morning I’ve got the sound of former U.S. Attorney General John Ashcroft singing Let the Eagles Soar, a ditty he wrote hisself and which was performed at Dubya’s second inauguration, to the glee of the media and satiricists.

Why this song? Well, there’s a train of thoughts here:
1. I was thinking about whether Rick Mercer was a Canadian Jon Stewart, which made we think about
2. Jon Stewart, which got me thinking about
3. Stephen Colbert, which got me thinking about
4. When George Lucas appeared on the Colbert Report with an entry in the Green Screen Challenge, and how he was awkward but funny, which made me think about
5. The winner of the challenge, which was a clever take on video-games, and used Let the Eagles Soar as a soundtrack.

Which is how that one ended up on the Internal Soundtrack this morning.

I never said the soundtrack was going to be good, people.

This occurred to me while travelling, in the dark, on public transit, to the suburbs, as a week off came to an end.

It was the perfect surreal moment, I think, to wonder about the philosophy of zero. As a concept, it is essential to so many of our ideas. But it is a human construction, and therefore only has meaning to the extent that we give it meaning.

It is a representation of nothing, and there can be no nothing, can there?

I read this comment at an online physics forum about zero: “The most important numeric value to mankind has no numeric value.”

I realised, while in the shower this morning, that Eddy Grant’s Electric Avenue was playing in my head.

It’s not as disturbing as you might think. I believe we all have our own, personal soundtrack running in our heads. You might not be aware of what’s playing there, especially if you are in a noisy environment or have other music playing in the background. But in the early morning, when you are still half asleep, listen closely. I bet you hear a song in there.

The more you listen for your internal soundtrack, the more aware you’ll become of it. I had a roommate once who would, at the weirdest moments – like at two o’clock in the morning when I was just getting home from fixing an ex-girlfriend’s flat tire – ask me what song was in my head. Whether he knew it or not, he trained me to hear my internal soundtrack.

It’s like tracking your dreams: the more you try to remember your dreams, the better you’ll find you recall them.

So, in an effort to discover my internal soundtrack, I’ll be posting the songs that are playing in there whenever I can.

Today, Eddy Grant got my day off to an electric start. What’s playing in your head?

Love Sorkin’s rapid-fire dialogue, and have joined the masses who have become big fans of Matthew Perry, but I’m waiting for something to really crack on Studio 60.

I’ve been liking it, don’t get me wrong, but it’s all a bit of the same, at this point.

Maybe episode four, which aired in Canada last night and in the States tonight (and whenever I want on my TiVo) will crack the show for me.

At some point I’ll have to watch 30 Rock, too. I promise to at least give it a try.