Rescue me from Don Johnson

Today is the day we may hear Cletus's heartbeat at the OB/GYN appointment. Growing up in the 80s has come back to haunt me in a big way. For some sinister reason, Don Johnson's song "Heartbeat" has burst out of the memory lockbox for which I threw away the key. Maybe it's because Colin Farrell is such an adorable Irish bad boy and is starring as Crockett in the new film version of "Miami Vice." Why must I be suffer so? I'm afraid to ask for another song to distract me.

The last time I had a "can't get it out of my head" episode was months ago when--dare I even utter its name?--"Bananaphone" as sung by dancing badgers was stuck in my head. I attempted to pass it along to someone else, but my friend Paul cursed me back with "Tom's Diner," so I had a mental soundtrack of "da da duh da da da duh da duh da da duh da duh da duh" for days on end. It was maddening.

Hopefully, tonight's They Might Be Giants concert at Lebowski Fest will provide some relief from the Curse of Don. At least those are the sorts of infectious music and movie quotes I want in my head.