If there's one song I'd ban in this heat spell, it would be Glenn Frey's "The Heat Is On." Not just on air, but anywhere. If I were president of the republic, I would declare Glenn Frey persona non-grata in a snap. I'd make a blitz inventory of all Tower Records stores, confiscate his CDs, and raze all of them on primetime TV. But my loathing does not stop there. I would go to the U.N. and lobby for Glenn Frey's exile to Alaska, never to leave its shores as long as he draws breath, where he would live a monastic life in an igloo, sing "The Heat Is On" every single day, and compete with orcas for walrus steak.
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