Jesse and Adam of Maroon 5, circa 2003. (Photo by Jen Carlson/Gothamist)

It's been a little over one week since I first heard Maroon 5 perform "One More Night" on Saturday Night Live. There they were standing on stage in their matching red outfits, which for me were a visual signal that I would hate this song as much as I had anticipated... maybe more. But then their sexy white-boy reggae pop grabbed me, held me down, and hasn't loosened its grip since. And I don't think I want it to?

At first I thought listening to the song over and over would eventually exorcise the earworm from my body—after all, this had quickly and successfully worked during 2009's "Tik Tok" problem, and it's been weeks since I've listened to Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together," which was eradicated in a similar fashion. So I spent last Monday listening to "One More Night" over and over again on my headphones at the office—the SNL version, the Letterman version, the album version—all in all it was a six hour non-stop "One More Night" loop.

I began to fear what would happen if I stopped listening to the song cold turkey at this point, so I purchased it to listen to on my way home:

It has now been nearly 7 days since I procured the song for my iPhone, and I have spent at least one day since listening to it on loop for hours while walking around; I have played it while over friends apartments; I have declared my love of the song on Twitter and Facebook and in real life to anyone who will listen. A love, by the way, that has only GROWN over this past week, like some sort of demon child growing in my belly. And I'm not the only one who has fallen into this sonic black hole—my inbox has become a safe confessional space for others like me. Just today I received an email with the subject heading: "I think you'll understand," which went on to read: "I'm on my 3rd listen (in a row!) to that damned Maroon 5 song." I tell these people, "It's OKAY, embrace it!" Embrace it like sexy Adam Levine lovingly embraces this cute baby in the official video for "One More Night":

While I'm opening up here, I will admit this isn't even the first time I've listened repeatedly to Maroon 5. Back in 2003/2004 their debut album, Songs For Jane, had a permanent place in my car's CD player. This wasn't my type of music back then either, but my boyfriend at the time was old "band camp" friends with Adam and Jesse, and we had gone to see them in concert and I didn't hate it. I also learned the night of that concert that they are clearly very talented musicians, and could talk any music nerd under the table about music and a diverse pool of other musicians, particularly those that inspire them. Sure, their songs didn't really seem to be indicative of their own tastes, but that's okay—they've just found some sort of formula to make easy to swallow pop songs... pop songs that have magic in them that make us listen to them over and over again. Anyway, these guys get it: