I was driving to work yesterday and I heard, "Ice Ice Baby," for the first time in years. This song and I have a long history, because it is the first thing that I remember that I bartered with my mother about. I was the kind of kid that instinctively got good grades. I mean, you're in school, you're in there all day, so why not make the best of it? Anyway, when Vanilla Ice's album, "To The Extreme" came out in 1990, I wanted it. I remember envying the cassette at Kmart. After an awesomely stellar report card, my mother bought me the cassette, and I kind of wish I still had it, but I also think that I may have listened to it so many times that it stopped working. That was a while ago.
When I heard the song on the radio during a "Flashback Weekend," or whatever, I listened for a while and then I found myself saying out loud, "Shut the fuck up." It was at that moment that I realize that this song had graduated from my self-invented five-step program.
Step One: A song is super popular and everyone can't get enough of it. It's on the radio every five minutes and everyone sings along with reckless abandon.
Step Two: The overplayed song becomes a pariah and everyone wants to stab themselves in the face every time their hear it. They can't change the station of the radio fast-enough.
Step Three: Obscurity. The radio isn't shoving it down your throat anymore, and you've already sold that album to The Exchange, where it sits with the seventy-thousand other copies of Avril Lavigne's "Let Go."