Do you like Phil Collins?

What is it about working in my office that makes me want to listen to nothing but cheesy 80s pop? Maybe it's an unconscious reflection of workplace banalities as a kind of audible wallpaper, or a soothing respite from the Norwegian death metal I listen to at home? Even as I type this, Kenny Loggins is saying 'This Is It,' over and over. I sort of hope he's wrong.

Aside: I once used brown chalk to draw a weak beard on my face in effort to look like Kenny Loggins, right about the same time I discovered allergies.