Rolling Stone is agitated.
Nothing sums up 2018 like the fact that Toto’s “Africa” has become our unofficial anthem. It’s a song that’s ridiculous by definition — an Eighties ode to Africa by a bunch of L.A. rock dudes who’d never set foot in the place. But something about this song speaks to our moment. It’s the new “Don’t Stop Believin’” — a mega-cheese classic of Eighties sentiment that’s gotten bizarrely popular in recent years, beloved by hipsters and moms and tone-deaf karaoke singers screaming “I bless the rains down in Africa!” Love it or hate it, you’ve probably heard it today. You’ll hear it tomorrow. This damn song follows you everywhere, like the sound of wild dogs crying out in the night.
I haven’t heard the song in years. I’ve read bloggy headlines about how popular it is now, but I’ve neither seen nor heard any evidence of it. I know Weezer did a cover, and that Toto did a Weezer cover, or something, I don’t care.
Which is to say: I’ve reached the age where entire cultural events pass me by.
I like it!