For someone who is both a music journalist and a slightly compulsive music fan (unfortunately--and fortunately--these things are not interdependent), the only thing worse than being unable to get a song dislodged from your internal jukebox is being at a complete loss to explain why you are obsessed with said song.
Of course, what I just wrote is fucking ridiculous. You should just listen to whatever the hell you like without giving a rat's patootey why it turns your crank. It seems to me that people who speak of "guilty pleasures" when it comes to pop music seem to be missing the point entirely. Music is a sensual, periodically intellectual pleasure and analyzing it to death is a risky activity.
Nevertheless, it's an occupational hazard for me, and when I became hung up on, "Sometime Around Midnight", a song by a seemingly shallow band I'd never even heard of called "The Airborne Toxic Event", I spent way too much time trying to figure out why a ditty about a dude running into his ex-girlfriend at a club was blowing my mind. Leave it to reliably brilliant, former Sleater-Kinney guitarist-turned NPR blogger Carrie Brownstein to solve the mystery...
Note: I'd love to post the video for this confusing masterpiece of schlock, but because TATE, are on stupid, stupid Universal, all their Youtube links are "disabled by request", so you'll have to follow this link.