[Still aggregating N.A.D.D. desktops -- more on this shortly]
On the drive to work this morning, the radio started playing Prince’s Raspberry Beret. Before I heard word one of the song, I’d changed the station.
Now, Prince has taken it on the chin in recent years for being a total and complete freak, but that is not why I can’t stand Raspberry Beret. In fact, I think Little Red Corvette is an absolute classic. The entire Purple Rain album is burned into my brain from incessant repetitive listening during the 80s… so… what up with Raspberry Beret?
Raspberry Beret is a Bad Sex Song.
There was an unmentionable time during the late 80s where I was doing something I shouldn’t have been doing with someone I’d really rather forget about and, yes, Raspberry Beret was playing. Now, over a decade later, the only memory I have of THAT SITUATION WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT is the song. I’ve grown so adept at FORGETTING ABOUT THAT TIME WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT that I don’t even think about the situation as I lunge for the radio to change the song… I’m just thinking, “God, I hate this song.”
Sorry Prince. Not your fault, you were just on the radio at the time. Additional apologies to the Fine Young Cannibals who, unfortunately, were a gift from THAT PERSON WE DON’T TALK ABOUT LA LA LA NOT LISTENING TO YOU.