Every time I hear of some new 16 year old dipshit with a record deal with some mindless bubble-gum pop tune, or a new Celine Dion album, a little piece of me dies. Because what it means is that you and me will be subjected to that for the rest of our lives. It will be on the radio, on TV, everywhere. It is unavoidable. People say, "Just turn off/switch stations on the radio/TV", but you can’t escape it everywhere. It will be coming out of someone’s ipod headphones while you’re on the train. It will be the hold music when you’re calling a company. It will be playing in shops.
Eventually though, it will fade away, not getting as much airtime, but it will never completely go away. Like herpes. Then, without warning, you will hear it again and the feeling of dread will come over you as you hear the first few notes.
This happened to me last night. I was at a chinese restaurant, which has Karaoke on some nights. Other nights, it plays music videos. After an Everly Brothers reunion concert DVD finished, it started playing some love songs from the 1980s and 1990s, including the slightly creepy, stalker-ish video to Lionel Richie’s Hello. That wasn’t what bothered me. A while later on came Glenn Medeiros’ one, and as far as I know, thankfully only video, Nothing’s gonna change my love for you. Years of repressing it got it virtually out of my consciousness, until it came on the screen last night. There was no escape. Damn you Glenn, damn you to hell. I still have the song stuck in my head as I type this.