6/22/04 - So I'll keep updating this from time to time if I relapse, but for now it seems this little project has helped to slow, if not wholly cure, the hell-spawned mental diseas I suffer from. For now I will try to move this site on to bigger and better things. I can't allow myself to fully abandon this project, however, as I believe for a pretty long stretch it was the only thing keeping me from entering through the gates of insanity. Anyway, today it was "April 26, 1992 (Miami)" by Sublime.

6/14/04 - After a consistant decrescendo in the frequency of my mental episodes, I was hit by a double today. When I woke up to chug a glass of water in the wee hours of the morning, another of the greatest songs ever written--namely Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody"--was being played on my temporal jukebox. I particularly like this song for it's reference to Beelzebub. Later on when I woke up to start the day, At This Moment by Billy Vera and the Beaters was on. I'm somewhat surprised that a band with a name as manly as "the Beaters" was able to serve me up enough morning cheese to last me through lunch.

6/9/04 - It had to happen eventually. Today, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Baby Got Back. 'Nuff said.

6/8/04 - Still haven't had a song since my last update. On the one hand, I want to think I'm cured. On the other hand, I don't want to let down my guard, because I feel as if the moment I actually believe I'm cured I will have set myself up for the worst song attack yet, and my ultimate demise. And on another, third, slightly deformed hand, I feel like I should provide some form of entertainment for the 2 people who sometimes think about possibly visiting this site. Well, I found some, here.

6/3/04 - Well, it seems like I'm back on track. For the second consecutive day I've been barraged with a song. This time it was "Our House", by Madness, that pioneering 80's ska/new wave/whatever-the-hell-you-want-to-call-it band. Good song, but depressing in that I thought my affliction was winding down. On a side note, check out the links section. I've added a new manly link for all to enjoy.

6/2/04 - Just when I was almost considering thinking about possibly considering myself nearly cured, I got hit again. This morning it was Kyle's Mom is a Bitch...in D Minor, by Eric Cartman.

<5/31/04> - A nice long relaxing weekend has left me with zero songs to report since my last update, with the exception of High Fives by the Suburban Legends, which graced my waking mind yesterday. I'm loth to jump to the conclusion that my increased awareness of this condition has helped me to beat it off, because it's been an extended weekend, and I think the extra sleep and relaxation may have something to do with it.

5/27/04 - No song today. I attribute this day of grace to the ritual I performed yesterday, sacrificing one of my toes in the hopes that this would appease whatever entity has laid this vicious curse upon me. Anyway, instead I'll recount one of my childhood recurring nightmares, circa 1985/86: It always started out with me being in the house, and realizing something was terribly wrong. Then, I'd decide to run out into the back yard with the hopes of escaping, or at least finding help. I'd get out the back door and onto the small stone step leading into the back yard when lo! who would be there but my hero at the time, Indiana Jones! (Temple of Doom had been a big hit in '84) And not just one Indiana Jones. The yard would literally be teeming with at least a dozen Indiana Jones'. My relief and delight were always short-lived, however, as I would inevitably realize that my back yard was filling with quicksand (I trace my extreme childhood fear of quicksand back to the 1983 movie Krull, one of the greatest films ever made). Slowly but surely, every single Indiana Jones would begin to sing into the yard, and just as the quicksand would reach up to their necks and the edge of the step I was standing on, I would wake up at the pinnacle of my terror. Pretty crazy huh?

5/26/04 - I know Five Iron Frenzy love Jesus a little more than most ska bands. And yes, I do tend to disassociate myself from Christian rock, as most of it sucks donkey balls, but I can't help but love them. Today "My Evil Plan to Save the World" was in my head when I woke up, and I almost didn't mind at all. Screw the devil!

5/25/04 - Couldn't find any weird and/or goofy links today, so I'll just mention that today's song was another good one. If I wasn't so pissed off that there are always songs stuck in my head when I wake up, I would have enjoyed Blink 182's "Carousel" streaming through my braincase.

5/24/04 - 311's Don't Stay Home was today's feature. It's my favorite song by the band, so I guess if it wasn't contributing to my swiftly deteriorating mental state I would have been pretty happy about it. I think I should be put in an asylum of some sort.

5/23/04 - Nothing to report from Friday and Saturday, oddly enough. However, today's song was At a Medium Pace, which is from Adam Sandler's first ever album, "They're All Gonna Laugh at You". Classic.

5/20/04 part deux - Just remembered today's song. "Summer Breeze" by Seals&Crofts. Eff those two hippies. The bright outlook I had earlier today has evaporated. I'm so alone.

5/20/04 - Major breakthrough today. I woke up with another random, old, craptastic song in my head. However, within 40 minutes of waking up I had already forgotten the song! It may be sad knews for those of you who find humor in my plight, but it's bacon-riffic news for me, as my immune system has finally begun fighting off the song germs. In order to provide a certain level of entertainment, check out this rather amuzing photo of Vinnie Jones playing some tough defense on Paul Gascoigne's nads.

5/19/04 - I would rather trade in my alarm clock for a daily punch-in-the-groin wakeup call from Mike Tyson than relive the happenings of this morning. No time for clever and/or goofy jokes today folks, I'm far too traumatized. Today I somehow struggled through my morning routine while trying to pretend the 1981 disco tune "Hands Up (Give Me Your Heart)" by Ottawan did not exist.

5/18/04 - The saga never ends. Today was another three-song day, but was slightly different from the first one. For one thing, I liked all three songs today; but that doesn't make the phenomenon any less abhorrent. I woke up parched, very early, and got a drink of water while the Ludacris single "Stand Up" ran through my gourd. Any song that references midges is okay by me...here's a taste: "Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless; feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace". Anyway, then came intermission, when I went back to sleep for about three hours. When I woke up for good a few hours later, it was to the sound of Cheap Trick's "Surrender" echoing through my noggin. Whatever DJ reigns supreme in my melon took it easy on me today, as the transition from "Surrender" to the Suburban Legends' "Last Dance" was quite smooth. On the plus side, I got some good variety today, and I enjoy all three songs under normal circumstances. On the down side, I'm ever so slowly, day by day, losing my feeble grip on sanity.

5/17/04 - Any glimmer of hope I had of having been cured is gone. Woke up today with the so-called Nokia Tune (actually a ripoff from a classical piece) playing over and over in my skull. This is one of the worst ones yet. The computer screen is being blurred by my tears as I type this, weeping like a four-year-old girl. I find myself asking WWJD if he were in my situation? Probably something righteous.

5/15-5/16/04 - Another possible breakthrough. Upon waking up both yesterday and today, my head has been refreshingly empty. I assume this has something to do with being able to sleep in, but it could just as easily be the booze. I doubt I'm cured but I have my fingers crossed. And just so this update is not completely useless to the two or three people who frequent this site, click here and here.

5/14/04 - Back to the usual single song today, and it's one I heard recently, maybe a week ago. The fact that I heard it recently is somewhat comforting, as it lessens the creepy feeling I get when a truly random song sneaks up on me. Anyway, today it was Carl Douglas' disco hit, "Kung Fu Fighting". Even though I prefer Ninjas to Kung Fu style fighters, the song is a classic, written in a time when white guys were allowed to sport bulbous afros and stereotypes were still ways of life. Also, speaking of Kung Fu and stereotypes, I'd like to send a shout out to Hong Kong Phooey. Holla!

5/13/04 - After an unprecedented treble of songs yesterday, what would have been an astounding two songs today was instead a relief from the frantic state three songs put me in. What made it even better is that I heart the second song. But I digress. My mind welcomed me to the new day with a herpe of a song, "Get On Your Feet" by Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine. The Latin Queen of Pop quickly got the axe though, as Goldfinger rolled in with Only A Day. Praise be to Kenny Loggins, my worries have ceased--for now--thanks to good old Goldfinger.

5/12/04 - I reached a new low this morning, but I may have had a breakthrough. My thoughts were bombarded by not one, not two, but three songs in succession this morning. I woke up with Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again" running through my head. I last heard it while watching Old School a few months back. To be perfectly honest it was almost pleasant to have what is arguably the greatest song ever written in the history of the universe running through my head. However, I was still puzzling over why this happens to me every day--Whitesnake still screaming in the back of my mind--when, mid-shower I was blindsided by The Beatles' "Can't Buy Me Love". In my surprise I nearly puked. Whitesnake was immediately replaced by The Beatles. Ever the trooper, I kept my morning routine going. As I was pondering this song switch--which I've now dubbed the Patrick Dempsey Effect--and tying my shoes, BAM! Out of nowhere Kenny Loggins is inside my mind, rocking out with "Danger Zone". Once again I was caught completely off guard, and the naming of this mental affliction now seems twisted and ironic. It took Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart" on the car stereo during my drive to work to drive the third, and thankfully final, song out of my head for the day.

5/11/04 - "Stomp", by George Clinton. The last time I can remember hearing this song was also the last time I watched "P.C.U."--been quite a while. As usual nothing I can think of would lead me to ever guess that this song would randomly pop into my head. I'm not all that fond of stomping, nor can I honestly say that I want the funk. The effects of Accute Tempaural Kennylogginsosis are truly bone-chilling.

5/10/04 - The Mexican Hat Dance. As far as I know the only lyric to the song is "Ole`!" at the end, but I could be wrong, and probably am. Aside from admitting that the song in and of itself is a classic--inspiring amuzing images of jumping beans--I am not Mexican, nor do I own a sombrero. I will admit to enjoying a Corona now and again, but that does not seem like a valid explanation for this song playing in my mind for an entire morning.