Let's listen to Chicago!
You're welcome.
I've had this song stuck in my head for three months. I even bought the album, hoping that I could play it enough that my stupid brain would lose interest. Nope!
This is deeply embarrassing to me. Chicago was always that weird jazz-pop band with the horns that somehow got played on the classic rock station, and which turned into a manufacturer of syrupy ballads in the 80s. Inescapable, but not even close to cool. Buying a Chicago album would have been unthinkable... until last month.
Help, internet. Help.
It’s okay, early Chicago (before Terry Kath died) were awesome.
Exorcising an ear worm? Walk on the Wild Side has never failed me. It’s an ear worm antibiotic.
There is a pretty decent documentary about Chicago up on Netflix now. Peter Cetera refused to be involved (not surprisingly as he ran the band in the sappy, ballad years and band members were not happy).