I was like six when this song came out, so I have a few vague memories about it. First was that my brothers watching the video on MTV, as we had just got cable. Second was my mishearing of the lyrics, as I thought Boy George was singing “Comin’ a Comedian.” And third was my very straight lace, and very Catholic mother trying to figure out if Boy George was a boy, and if he was, why was he dressing that way?
I still love this song.
I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head. The wife had it on a playlist that I listened to this weekend, which was cool. It reminded me that I saw Beck live on the Midnite Vultures tour.
(I’m talking about music earworms. This is your warning. What follows may get stuck in your head.)
When you say “earworm” to my wife, she immediately thinks of the ear bugs from Star Trek 2. The one that Khan put in Chekhov’s ear. Which is awful and gross, and not what I am talking about.
NO, I am talking about the earworm of a song that gets stuck in your head, and for the past two days, I have had “The Real Slim Shady” playing, ahh, pretty much non-stop. Now, what I am hearing isn’t the album track. No, I keep hearing this:
Which is kind’a weird, right? A piano version of the song, no lyrics or anything else; just piano.
Then, from time to time, I’ll get John Tesh’s NBA theme bouncing around.
Sometimes when I’m walking around the City, this will play in my head:
Does anyone remember “Riptide?”
I guess I’m just talking about tv theme songs now. I always liked “Taxi.”
Back to the point… “Summer Breeze.”
