My taste in music is eclectic; so much so that it's not at all unusual for one of my play lists to include Rob Zombie, Etta James, Garth Brooks, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Digital Underground—back to back. As long as I love it, it makes the cut, no matter what genre it falls under.
Over the years, I've crammed my brains with lyrics from just about every song I've listened to more than once. In most cases it's a good thing, at least for me, but there are drawbacks to having such a music hungry noggin.
Most of those drawbacks have to do with what my children listen to. They love kids' shows, especially the ones which are heavy on the music. The space in my brain that once jammed to Nine Inch Nails and belted out tunes from Les Miserables has since been bombarded with such travesties as are featured on The Wiggles, Backyardigans and as much as I hate to admit it, Barney.
Before my mind was corrupted with these horrific, catchy kiddie tunes, I was known to break out a little MC Hammer or the Doors wherever I happened to be and thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. Now, it's like my brain punishes me for allowing children's songs in by forcing the ridiculous and embarrassing ditties out of my mouth against my will—in public.
The good news is that I know I'm not alone. I've seen other parents randomly fall prey to the kids' song punishment in stores, outside schools and even walking down the street. It's a sickness of epidemic proportions. Will the sing-songy madness ever end?