There’s a lot to like in the 1970s channel they sometimes play at the Big Box. But then there’s also “Escape (The Piña Colada Song),” which I do not care for. At all. Not even Peter Quill can make me like this song.
I sometimes wonder if being forced to listen to this song twice a night at work doesn’t violate some sort of OSHA regulation.
But I also have to admire Rupert Holmes’ craft and achievement in writing this song. He created two characters who produce a strong emotional response. They become like real people — real, and really awful, shallow, narcissistic, horrible people. When they are reunited by their mutual betrayal at the end of Holmes’ story-song it strikes me less as a happy ending than as a case of the punishment fitting the crime. These two awful people — the narrator and his “old lady” — deserve one another.
The story — if you are somehow blessedly unfamiliar with it — is like an uber-’70s inversion of O. Henry’s “The Gift of the Magi.” But where Henry’s tale is about selfless love, Holmes’ is about loveless selfishness.
This provides us with an excellent case study for all of those lit-crit questions about authorial intent. Would it change my appreciation/opinion of this song if I knew that Holmes’ shared my dislike for its protagonists? Should that influence my response? Does it matter to the song itself whether its composer approved or disapproved of these characters?
Consider the sheer cheese-factor of the music here. Is this a pitch-perfect satire of precisely the sort of music that someone like the song’s protagonist would listen to? Or is this arrangement just the result of Holmes composing this song in 1979? If the former, does that make it in any way more listenable?
I know very little else about Rupert Holmes. Do I need to study his larger body of work — from the 1971 Top-40 cannibalism hit “Timothy” to his Broadway work and Remember WENN — in order to properly interpret and understand “Escape”? Would I respond to this song differently if I learned it had been co-written by someone better known for irony and a satirical edge, like, say, Randy Newman or Warren Zevon? (I suspect Newman’s version of such a song might have done more to telegraph clear contempt for the narrator. Newman often wants us to watch as he sticks in the dagger.)
I ask these questions, of course, not because any of us needed a refresher course in 20th-century literary criticism, but rather because I am desperately hoping that by distracting myself with such theoretical considerations I might somehow manage to purge this wretched ear-worm from my brain, where it has been cruelly lodged since about 4 o’clock Monday morning.
And also to explain why, whenever I hear “The Piña Colada Song,” I find myself wondering about things like whether the second chapter of Jonah is a later interpolation, and, if so, what was this later editor thinking?