Fatale Abstraction

Along about 1985, I worked in an office where the boss lady always listened to a born-to-be-mild light pop/light jazz station, so I sat there like a veal being force-fed the most horrific offerings of the day. It was HELL, I tell you. I even reached the point where I noticed that after Whitney Houston's came something by El Debarge and then they threw in some Eddie Money with Ronnie Spector just to break it up. Yeah, they played crap in blocks in the same order every time. No hour passed without some Michael Jackson. *ugh*

Some of that garbage still haunts me to this day, but the absolute worst is the song below. I woke up with a Gogol Bordello song in my head, but it morphed into this mess, and now I can't shake it, and I have to share the madness.

Anyway, never saw the video before, and I must say the earnest face singing from under a hard-hat is a cheesy delight! Then there's all the insecure, under-energized dancing. Hmm, maybe I've underestimated this thing all along?


Yup, 20-some years later, it's still as skin-crawlingly bad as I remember. What's really tragic is that I literally haven't heard this song since I left that office at the end of '85. Yup. Still shitty. Make it go away, please? *whimper*