I have a Jon Secada song stuck in my head. “Just Another Day,” to be exact. This is troubling, as I haven’t listened to even one minute of radio today, and certainly don’t own any Jon Secada CDs. I have a four-disc changer in my car. Today on the way in I listened to:
- Franz Ferdinand
- The Flaming Lips
- Clay Aiken
- The Streets
One of these things is not like the others.
Franz Ferdinand – awesome, but nothing like Jon Secada. The Flaming Lips – also awesome, also nothing like Secada. The Streets – all right, but certainly nothing like Secada. Clay Aiken.
That could be it.
Maybe it’s like the brotherhood of lite radio or something.
I was listening to Clay Aiken because we have tickets to his concert on the 21st and I haven’t listened to his CD even once. So I thought I should learn some of the songs beforehand.
I used to think Jon Secada was really, really hot.
I also used to like New Kids on the Block, Menudo, and various minor league hockey players who may or may not have been bemulleted.
I apologize for my lousy preteen taste in men and music.