The mind leads you in funny directions sometimes. Last night, I cut up a fresh pineapple for dessert after dinner. I somehow managed to eat nothing but canned pineapple for the first two decades of my life, and so fresh pineapple remains one of my favorite things to eat, at least in the healthy division.
As I was cutting the pineapple up, I thought of the Rupert Holmes song Escape, which had a parenthetical (The Piña Colada Song) added to the title. This was apparently done to tell people what to look for in the record stores. That’s probably what made the difference between a hit song (it was the last #1 song of the 1970s) and one that just fades away. For some reason, that song just bubbled up through the sands of time and lodged itself in my head. But thankfully, it didn’t last for very long.
But earlier today, as I was out running an errand in the car, what song comes on the radio but the Piña Colada song? After more than 30 years of being comfortably out of my head, the guy who likes getting caught in the rain and all of that will probably be stuck in there for a few more hours, at least. Darn those earworms!