Bobby Brown’s mammoth 1988 hit has been stuck in my head for a week, now. It’s a pretty great song, of course, but I don’t think this guy was a very nice man, and I just want it out of there, to not be the first thing I hear when I open my eyes and the last thing floating about in my brain as I try to sleep.
It’s like a Poe story, just one with exaggerated fades, awkward face mics, awesome dance moves, and Jerry curls.
This article appears in Jan 14-20, 2015.
