Dear Journal,
“Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy. But here’s my number, so call me maybe…” I got this song stuck in my head this morning and it just wouldn’t leave me alone. I mean, what is this? The summer of 2012? But I guess there’s no accounting for good taste, or for retro songs that are so catchy they always leave me wanting more. Maybe that’s why I was singing “Come On Eileen” for hours yesterday. Out loud. At high volume.
“Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad. I missed you so bad. I missed you so, so bad…” I remember the summer of 2012 clearly, too. It was the summer that Michael Phelps retired (for a while) and all those U.S. swimmers made that absolutely hilarious video of them singing the ubiquitous song. Oh, and it was a leap year too. I never seem to remember when leap years are due, but when they do come around I am in awe of them. I mean, a whole extra day in February is the gift that keeps on giving.
“I’d trade my soul for a wish. Pennies and dimes for a kiss. I wasn’t looking for this, but now you’re in my way…” Why is it that the good songs hardly ever get stuck in my head? Maybe it’s because of the magic of Shuffle, that glorious invention that makes it easy to move from one song to the next, and that always surprises me with its juxtapositions. So a song just comes up and hits me now, but it’s fleeting and slides into the next before it can get stuck in my head.
So where did “Call Me Maybe”come from? I have absolutely no idea, but I finally got it out of my head before the day ended. Of course, though, it was replaced by “Who Can It Be Now?” from the ’80s. I don’t even know what band sings it, but at this rate I’ll probably be singing Paula Abdul anthems all day tomorrow. I just hope I don’t end up singing them out loud. At high volume.
Sam
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