Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

The first thing I want to share is some self inflicted pain I caused myself. While driving recently in a rental car, I had no way of plugging in my mp3 player. So for my hour drive, I listened to the FM radio; scanning the frequencies for a recognizable song that would make the drive more pleasant. When a commercial or an unbearable song broke the rhythm of one station, I simple pressed the scan button and went onto the next. And then it happened. The unbearable song that caught me it's death grip. It started out simple enough, a catchy discoey drum beat & a funky bass line & then a little candy keyboard line floated in. I knew this song. But who was it? I figured it was a 70's soft-rock band, like Ambrosia (after the first album.) And I just could not turn it off; I had to know. Then the guitar riff started & soon after the vocals, "Spending all my nights, All my money going out on the town." I knew this frigging song! And I knew I hated this song! But I did not know what it was! And then the chorus came like a tidal wave of nausea, memories of junior high & jukeboxes in bowling alleys..."Baby come back, any kind of fool can see." And there is was, all was revealed: Player-"Baby Come Back." Since I was in it, I stayed for the whole crap fest of a song.
Now why is this important for a blog entry? Simply because this happened 3 days ago and that song is still stuck in my head.
So people, here is my first bit of advice. Silence is golden. Don't let a horrible song ruin your weekends. If you hear it, and you know it, and you hate it: Turn it off.
But if you just can't resist....here is Player, ripping it up.