Plagued by Prince

All this week I've had some mysterious part of my brain torturing me by repeating the few Prince lyrics I know. I'm not a Prince fan and have never thought much about his music, but I've also got nothing against him (although that whole changing his name to a symbol was pretty weird). I've never felt the urge to run screaming when one of his songs came on the radio, but now that's my first impulse. I can't seem to escape them. They're playing in the back of my mind on a constant loop and I'm wondering what's the cause, or better yet, who's to blame.

Right now my brain is going, "Two-thousand-zero-zero-party-over-it's-out-of-time". It's utterly embarrassing. Not only is it an annoying song, but it's pretty lame to want to party like it's 1999 now. I totally see the appeal of ideas like those of "The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". I want that guy's songs out of my mind. Erase them, please. I'm sure I could use the space for something else.

Raaaaspberry beret....

The other day I had a dream that my clock radio was playing "When Dove's Cry" and no matter what I did, I couldn't get it to stop. I banged it, smashed it, threw it, but the song played on. Doot doo doo doo. Doot doo da doo. I woke up, confused, to find the song still going. My (undamaged) clock radio was playing it right by my head. Talk about nightmares coming true.

This morning, after being awoken by a similar song, I whined in discomfort and pleaded for it to go away. I've come to the conclusion that the media conglomerates are conspiring against me with their repeating playlists. Damn you, ClearChannel. I changed the station to modern rock. I don't think Prince is allowed in that category, so I'll probably be woken tomorrow by Nickelback or some other whiney, cringe-inducing garbage that will make me just as angry. I'm angry right now just thinking about it.

I discussed my troubles with my man, hoping he could help explain the sudden influx of Prince songs. He proceeded to hum "If you get caught between the moon and New York City....", which, if nothing else, proves that no matter how bad you think your problem is, you can always have a worse song stuck in your head.