October 29th, 2009 | 
Author: Macleans magazine’s entertainment columnist has somehow managed to trade one horrific earworm for another:
Some of you will recall – possibly with full-body shudders and theatrical flashbacks – the grim details of my darkest hour, when I confessed to an enraptured blogosphere that I was utterly incapable of getting Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart out of my head.
For days the song lingered there – hounding me, torturing me, reminding me time and again that forever’s gonna start tonight. [Brief pause.] Forevvvvver’s gonna start tonight.
It’s terrible, isn’t it? Reading this I felt terrible. What terrible crime could one man possibly commit to justify such heinous torture? I honestly can’t think of anything that would merit such a thing. Not even going through the 12-item or less lane at the supermarket with 15 items.
Eventually, after almost a week of effort, frustration and my seven-year-old son singing the chorus to Funkytown, I regained power of attorney over my mental synapses. Victory was mine.
A fleeting victory. Very brief.
But victory, like Bonnie Tyler’s mastery of the pop charts, was short-lived. The menace of Bonnie Tyler had been bested, but now there is a new nemesis – more insidious, more debilitating, more… Italian.
Ladies and gentlemen, as God is my witness it has been four days now and I cannot get out of my head the 1981 novelty song Shaddap You Face.
Shudder. Follow the link at your peril. I won’t embed it because I like you all too much.
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Oh, even though I don’t know “Shaddap You Face”, I can empathize! How about Black Velvet? Can’t get rid of it. Somebody please shoot me.
crap, now I’ve got Bonnie’s
“Its a heartache, nothig but a heartache…” going through my little old head……
I….i’m so ashamed for you.
“Turn around bright eyes”
Oh CRAP!
On our first trip to Cuba, I somehow wound up helping a staff member at the resort transcribe a song so she could sing it. I will forever associate Betty Davis Eyes with that trip.
As I read all this, I was deathly afraid that each and every one of these songs was going to get stuck between my ears, so I’ve been silently humming ‘ Smoke on the Water’ – it’s a trick Lou told me about and I swear, it works!