Halo ; Beyonce ; I Am... Sasha Fierce, 2009
I've never really enjoyed Miss Beyonce's music: It's either because her music doesn't fit my taste or it is because of a little, not-so-flattering, anecdote from one of her hairdressers or stylists who claimed the pop diva hardly ever brushes her teeth. I know this story is probably not true, just taking one look at her pearly whites reveals the falsity behind this biographical admission, but everytime thereafter, I just kept imagining how bad her breath would be all day long...and to say it lightly, I lost my attraction to her.
However, as for this song, it didn't become one of my favorites until years after its release, only beeping on my radar because of my current girlfriend/life partner/wife who claimed this song deeply reminded her of me, ever since she first heard it. We had dated in college and didn't reunite until years later, but everytime she heard this song she thought warmly of me, as well as when she listened to Garth Brooks, or watched Trisha Yearwood's cooking channel for some reason (I think it was her connection to Garth).
I have never accepted the badge of being her "halo," so to speak, but I grew fond of this song because it reminded her of me and makes me feel fuzzy inside because she thought about me all those years we were apart, living different lives, until we ultimately landed back where we started, our starting and finishing lines, our apartment and home.
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