It came to me with some dismay that during the Barry Manilow pseudo marathon last night on WCBS-FM that I knew every chorus and a number of verses. I can only attribute this to having heard him in the car as a baby, as I have not heard them since. Scary.
And evil. When I asked if Stu in his copious collection had any, he said, no he hated Manilow, but then he got “Copacabana” stuck in his head. Myself, I have “A night in New England.”
11:04:41 PM 
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