So I was in the bathroom getting the bath ready for my kid when I heard from the television in the bedroom that my husband always leaves on for some reason, a really beautiful song. There was something about it, it just pulled me in. I immediately went into the bedroom to see what was going on and I was greeted with the credit bed from a movie that had just ended. When I pressed the info button I found it was a movie called “Wedding Date” one that came and went with Debra Messing (who doesn’t annoy me as much as she seems to annoy other people and maybe that’s because she stayed curvy after her baby) about some stupid plotline where a woman takes an escort to a wedding so it looks like she has a date. Blah blah blah I’d obviously never seen it. I refuse to see movies that stupid. But I had to wait through the credits to see what the fucking song was. I’m very obsessive that way.
I knew I’d have to hear this song again right away and I was ready to download it if I could just get the name and artist. So I sit through like 17 hours of credits. Do they really have to list the person who scanned the graphics for the title? And there really needs to be a cut off for “special thanks.” Really, I can’t spend a full 5 minutes reading about every single person who I don’t know that made a difference to your movie making experience. Send them a fucking gift basket and let’s move on. ANYWAY, they finally get to the music credits which I don’t think should be last. Note to Studios — music is important – more important that 2nd assistant grip gaffer boy or whatever.
Finally we get to the credit I’m waiting for and the song is by Michael Buble. I get the creeps just writing that name. I’m horrified. I see his CD in Starbucks and other places that make me not even want to look at it. I mean, come on, the name alone is annoying. BUBLE with the french thingy over the last E. Stop it! I always assumed he was some wussy balladeer like Josh Groban only older. Not interested in that shit. But shoot me cause this song speaks to me in a Dan Fogelberg, Emerson, Lake and Palmer, nerdy folky kind of way. I can’t help but be a total nerd.
It’s called “Home” and it immediately made me start thinking about what home is to me. I’ve been having some issues with my parents. Issues that having gone away since I was a little girl. I have made a new family – one that I would lay myself in front of a Chevy Expedition for. And I have a brother and sister in law who rock like Dokken but still…why can’t I stop longing for the parental relationship that will never be? I know this isn’t the right forum to air these issues but we all have something like it right? I just feel lonely when I think about how I wish things could/could’ve/should’ve been.
So in conclusion, if you have any of the issues I have, and you have a soft spot for some seriously cheesy music, you may cry. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just sappier than I let on.