Even though I am a 41 year-old male whose taste in music is far removed from the pop charts, I can’t seem to shake the Brit boy band juggernaut known as One Direction (1D). In my defense, I’m a father of two young girls so like Malcolm McDowell in A Clockwork Orange, my eyes and ears are force-fed a steady diet of 1D’s sugary sweet anthems, magazine covers, posters and tee shirts. It was only a matter of time before I started chanting stuff like this in my sleep:
Baby you light up my world....