When I got to work this evening, my boss called me into his office to watch the music video for "Last Christmas" by WHAM. Can anyone tell me why this song is so freakin' sad?! It almost reduced me to tears. At work. In my boss's office! Is it in that sad key....E? Does it call up some tragedy from my past that I can't quite place? Does it tap into my empathy for poor caught-in-the-restroom-with-his-pants-down George Michael? I don't know. All I know is that every time I hear that song I feel like someone's punched me in my figurative nutsack. It hurts on a deep, primal level, Folks.
Maybe everyone has something in their life that's like this. Some song, or movie, or person that just hits them where it hurts. For my mom it's Barry Manilow. Anytime she sees him on TV or hears one of his songs, or even catches a glimpse of his image in a magazine, she starts balling. It's like he has some kind of power over her. Like he's her 'King of Pain'. I think he's sweet and talented and all, but I certainly don't think about love lost and the ephemerality of life every time I see him. She has said that he makes her feel wounded....like a bird whose wings have been clipped. Okay, maybe that's a bit melodramatic, and maybe she never said that, but you know what I mean.
And can you guess what the strange thing is? All I want to do now is watch that video again. Over and over. Until all I can feel is the acute pang of regret induced by George Michael frolicking in the snow on a crisp winter's day.
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