If you were born at a time when DVD players didn't exist, your main form of car entertainment growing up was probably listening to cheesy 70's and 80s songs on your parents AM radio, one of which I'm willing to bet was "You Light Up My Life," composed by songwriter Joseph Brooks. I'm pretty sure I remember my mom crying every time Debby Boone belted out that ballad, it was so shockingly beautiful to her. I wanted to cry too, but not for the same reason. What I really wanted to do was bury my head in my dad's beer cooler that took up the whole back seat and never have to hear that song again.
It never had meaning to me, but it did to lots of people. As a matter of fact, it was considered a musical masterpiece at the time, winning tons of music and movie awards and catapulting Brooks to fame.
People loved that song so much that Whitney Houston performed a rendition of it, and so did Leann Rimes. What is up with that song?!
I wonder if celebrities will finally stop covering it now that the truth about the guy who wrote it has come to the surface. One would assume that Brooks composed the song while looking out a snowy window dreaming of his beloved, whom he would move heaven and earth for. Now I'm kinda doubting that devotion, or at least wondering what the hell went wrong over the past 30 years. Brooks was a bad dude in his later life. At the time of his death, after he put a dry cleaning bag on his head, he was facing charges on 11 alleged rapes and sexual assaults. Obviously he wasn't the best role model for his son, who was charged in January for the murder of his ex-girlfriend.
It's such a huge blow when you find out that all that heart and soul poured out into a song is just a bag of lies! Because even though I hated this song in particular, there were a bunch of other cheesy 70s songs that I really did like, and still do.
I know I'm embarrassing myself now, but Captain & Tennille. Well, love certainly did NOT keep them together; they divorced in 1972.
And moving on to downright humiliation, "Wildfire" by Michael Martin Murphey in 1975. You know, about the horse. I forget the story but somebody dies at the end, I think it's the girl, and every time that song comes on I seriously lose it. For hours. I'm not even gonna look up whatever happend to Murphey for fear he turned out to be a horse beater, and I don't think I'd be able to stop crying at all this time.
Do you feel betrayed when musical artists fail to live up to their lyrics?
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