Hated this song from the first few stanzas. Came here to read the rest: It doesn't redeem the song much.
First, musically, it falls into the category of sounding like it's written to meet contractual obligations to her producers. It's a piece of drek from the standpoint of "composition".
Next, the message is rotten to the core: There's basically nothing to redeem the woman character, longing to see her old boyfriend (I won't dignify this song by calling him her "lover") again. How do we know she's not merely being nostalgic, or resorting to a kind of emotional shorthand that gives her pangs of want, BUT NO USABLE INSIGHT?
I've seen scads of these kinds of relationships, and they suck; no wonder the divorce rate is so high in the U.S.: If the people listening to songs like this think they redeem the woman--and, via emotional identification, themselves--that's a red flag, for sure. Get help, pronto.
I'm reminded of the image of Diane Dane in Tom Hanks's "That Thing You Do!" It stylistically showcased a popular (at the time), sleazy, underhanded interpersonally damaging form of commerce then, and it apparently hasn't changed a whit.
Hated this song from the first few stanzas. Came here to read the rest: It doesn't redeem the song much.
First, musically, it falls into the category of sounding like it's written to meet contractual obligations to her producers. It's a piece of drek from the standpoint of "composition".
Next, the message is rotten to the core: There's basically nothing to redeem the woman character, longing to see her old boyfriend (I won't dignify this song by calling him her "lover") again. How do we know she's not merely being nostalgic, or resorting to a kind of emotional shorthand that gives her pangs of want, BUT NO USABLE INSIGHT?
I've seen scads of these kinds of relationships, and they suck; no wonder the divorce rate is so high in the U.S.: If the people listening to songs like this think they redeem the woman--and, via emotional identification, themselves--that's a red flag, for sure. Get help, pronto.
I'm reminded of the image of Diane Dane in Tom Hanks's "That Thing You Do!" It stylistically showcased a popular (at the time), sleazy, underhanded interpersonally damaging form of commerce then, and it apparently hasn't changed a whit.