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The king of yacht rock himself, Michael McDonald.
Two words: Michael McDonald.
Sometimes, it gets musically weird around here. This week, two of my co-workers have become obsessed with bad music. To be specific, yacht rock. We're talking Michael McDonald, the blue-eyed soul singer responsible for 80s semi-hits like "I keep forgettin'" and "What a fool believes." When Trevan and Monica aren't playing his songs on YouTube, they're singing them.
Then there's Cherryh's cell phone ring: every time someone calls her (which is quite often) her phone plays a fuzzy Shakira song that manages to get itself stuck in my head every day.
And then there's Laurie, my boss, who used to have an obsession with the Flo' Rida song "Low." It's a song the entire ink staff knows the lyrics to. It goes like this:
She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club lookin at her
She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
We used to hear that song about 15 times a day. Luckily, Laurie's over it now. But it's still in my head.





