Taking the fall

Listen, someone has to take the blame when I wake up in the morning with “Lido Shuffle” stuck in my head like bubble gum on hot pavement, swirling around and never letting go. I don’t put nuggets like the Number 40 song for all of 1977 into my head willingly, and I was never part of the Boz Scaggs Army — not that there was one. Some songs were inescapable and now today, 29 years later, even hearing a snippet can set the entire lyric running through my brain. So who’s to blame? Jools Holland, of course.

By the way, I’ve met Hillary Clinton, and I don’t believe she’s had work done. But, possibly on the same show as Boz Scaggs, I saw Daryl Hall and John Oates the other night, and I think Daryl is about one eyebrow lift away from turning into Jocelyn Wildenstein. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I just didn’t need to hear “Maneater” again (which wasn’t on the charts in 1977, it came much later, but “Rich Girl” was. Oh, god.

Spread the pain. Look at this chart from 1977 — there’s hardly a song on there that isn’t still in permanent rotation somewhere on the radio band (which is why I don’t listen to terrestrial radio anymore. I don’t NEED to hear Marshall Tucker ever again).