A few years ago, I spent a summer in Houston fulfilling
some family obligations (I call it my Lost Summer as a Fake Housewife of
Houston, complete with a gas-guzzling SUV at my disposal, "hairmidity"
at its finest and a cocktail everyday at 3 p.m. to cope.)
"Vision of Love"... the perfect song to celebrate romance
Tasked with running a bevy of errands one afternoon, I
raided the CDs in my father's Case Logic for some tunes to keep me company. I plucked Mariah Carey's self-titled debut
album from the pile, realizing I hadn't listened to it in a long time.
As soon as I popped that CD into the player, I was swept
back to my sophomore year and memories of my high school sweetheart (we'll call
him JJ), who, I'll say it, was hot; smooth milk chocolate skin, light brown
eyes, light brown hair with flecks of blond and a lean physique honed by his
time on the wrestling team. When he noticed me in the hallway one day and
started to pursue me, I thought I would die.
I couldn't believe this gorgeous guy wanted little ole me.
We started dating a few months before "Vision of
Love," the first of Mariah Carey's many No. 1 singles, was released. When I first heard the song, like so many, I
became a Mariah fan, which necessitated running
out to buy the cassette tape for ad naseum listening. And of course, because I was 15 and in the
throes of young love, I applied those sweeping, heartfelt lyrics to my own
budding romance; "Sweet destiny." "I've realized a dream."
You get the idea.
JJ and I were joined at the hip, passing love notes to
each other between class, meeting at each other's lockers after school to walk
to the bus stop, spending inordinate amounts of time on the phone each night,
hanging out in my living room on weekends watching movies, from the sweet ("Chances
Are") to the absurd (I sat through "Johnny Be Goode," so you
know I was in love.) I was head over heels and envisioned marriage and baby
carriages (at 15! Bananas!).
And through it all was Miss Mariah. I listened to "Vision of Love" so
much, I'm surprised the tape didn't snap. In fact, I loved every song; from the
infectious soda pop of "Someday," to the up-tempo tune with a social conscious,
"There's Got to Be a Way," to the haunting, "Vanishing,"
Mariah was my girl all day long.
JJ and I went sailing along, surviving my annual summer
sojourn to Texas for eight weeks (this was before cell phones and email, so you
actually had to write letters and plan phone calls if you wanted to keep in
touch. Imagine!). When we were finally
reunited after that long, hot summer, I was more in love than ever...that whole
"absence makes the heart grow stronger" thing.
Alas, when school started that fall, we hit a roadblock. Suddenly, my once devoted boyfriend didn't
seem to have time for me anymore and I began to hear whispers (this being high
school and all) that there was another girl.
Insert ugly confrontation and dramatic break-up.
It was fitting that around the time we broke up, the
bittersweet, "Love Takes Time," was climbing the charts. While "Vision of Love" had ushered
in our romance, "Love Takes Time" was a proper epitaph (almost – we
would make up and break up several times before finally calling it quits senior
year.)
"Love Takes Time"... a fitting end to a love affair
All those years later, as I listened to Mariah croon
about being "Alone in Love," or insisting to her wayward lover,
"You Need Me," it made me laugh. Not because I thought the songs were
silly (far from it), but because listening to them made me think of JJ and a
time when I thought our immature little dramas would be the worst heartache I
would ever experience in life (little did I know that my very own, "Mr.
Big," was right around the corner, a relationship that would consume 18
years of my life. But, I digress – that's
whole other story for another day! ;)
)
My new book, "Sweet
Little Lies," (which will be free August 19-20 on Amazon), has its roots in the
90's, and in many ways, its themes of love, loss, longing, heartache and
betrayal, mirror much of what Mariah sings about on her debut album.
Now, if you'll excuse me... I need to go and listen to
that CD I swiped.
First love! My first heartache was over a quick summer fling, but I still remember saying, "I'm never dating again!" I was fourteen. Music really pulls back to those days. Great post, Bianca!!
ReplyDeletep.s. Digress all you want! Are we getting a Mr. Big post?
Music really is the soundtrack to our lives, isn't it? Glad you liked the post!
ReplyDeleteP.S. - The Mr. Big saga will take more than a post - more like a million page opus! ;)