I have no idea why, but I woke up this morning singing Wham's Wake Me Up Before You Go Go. I will admit, George Michael has been in my head more and more recently: my mother attended his concert in Los Angeles; he has resurfaced on that prime time lawyer sitcom. Even more bizarre, as I'm humming along in the shower, I slyly shift into Paula Abdul's Rush, Rush. Yeah, I really don't know.
I only know a few words here and there of each of these tunes, yet they keep playing over and over in my head like a mixed tape gone horribly, horribly wrong. I normally find solace in The Knack's My Sharona, but since I learned the true meaning behind the mumbled lyrics from Rock Band, its lost all meaning.