Stuck In My Head
All day today, for absolutely no reason what so ever, I have had the most random song stuck in my head.
I need to give this some build up because it is so... so weird and I cannot figure out why the hell I even remembered this song let alone had the hook stuck in my damn head all day.
In 1991 the Kevin Costner, Morgan Freeman, Alan Rickman and lets not forget Christian Slater movie Robin Hood Prince Of Thieves, arguably the last good(?) Robin Hood movie came out.
It reused old Star Wars toys, it hosted an almost entirely American cast for a quintessentially English story... it had a lot of problems, but it was a huge hit. The biggest hit related to that film though was the Bryan Adams track Everything I Do (I Do It For You) which to this day still has the record for most consecutive weeks at number one on the British music charts. You couldn't escape it, no matter how god dammed hard you tried. The song was everywhere, if you lived in the suburbs you were issued it.
Fast forward two years and Hollywood think they have their follow up, the next big hit based on a historical European folk tale. This time they're taking the Eurostar to France though and the film is The Three Musketeers. While Prince of Thieves at least had a Brit in the villain role I don't think you could find a frenchman associated with the production of The Three Musketeers if you tried. The titular characters were played by Young Guns alum Kiefer Sutherland and (a pre-tiger blood and aids) Charlie Sheen joined by Oliver Platt. Chris O'Donnell was the hot young star of the minute so he was the lead and Tim Curry did his best Tim Curry as the villain.
The film is a piece of shit but I remember renting it from Blockbuster at least twice and was at the perfect age to find it fun.
In order to try and recapture some of success of Robin Hood, Bryan Adams was probably paid a truck full of cash to write a track for the film.
But that wouldn't be enough, no no, this was a team up way before those pesky Avengers did it so Rod Steward and Sting were also buried in money to provide backing and harmonies for the song All For Love.
And that song, that so terribly conceived, payday of a generically awful early nineties power ballad has been stuck in my head all day. Specifically the chorus. I've listened to it three times while writing this. I'm hoping that I never want to listen to it again.
I'm going to listen to some good music by Sting (so stuff by The Police) in an attempt to cleanse myself.