07/16/2008: Terrible Song of the Day

Come on, it's deliciously bad, and I bet the next time you wake up you'll still be playing that song with the stereo in your mind. Before you leave John Waite, be sure you won't miss his touch, his earring he stole from my mother, and his ability to sing with fervor without even squinting his face--because he is not missing you at all!

Can a man maintain his dignity by trying to convince himself he doesn't miss his girl when he really does? Telling your ex you don't miss her at all, when she isn't even there to hear you...is just...weird. But the electronic drums kick ass...little kid ass, but asses are being kicked nevertheless.

The most impressive part of John Waite's career isn't the fact he also was the frontman for Bad English, but rather, the ability to bleach his hair and sing front vocals for Roxette.