Bobby Jimmy and the Critters. That’s who did the tune I’ve been hearing a fragment of in my head for days. Apparently as you age your memory starts shedding random musical artifacts and they float about your skull like junk DNA for no reason at all. Before the internet you could ignore them. Now you google yourself mad trying to identify the source, wasting precious remaining hours. Bobby something, I kept thinking. I went through the alphabet. Bobby Ann? Bobby Bradford? Bobby Darin? Bobby Jimmy! Bobby Jimmy and the Critters. Now the chorus comes in on top of that incessant beat. We like, we like, we like Ugly Women. Oh man…I spent a whole week hearing a wordless We Like Ugly Women. And with that thought the trumpeter next door hits three flat notes, like a really fucked up Chinatown.