American Idol 2007 is nearly over.
Then Bette Midler wanders out onto the stage to sing "that song." Now some crap bothers me. And "Wind beneath My Wings" is a big hunk of that crap.
I was in college when this song was released by ... Miss M. I despised it even before radio continued, with unabated enthusiasm, to torture us with it. I still start awake some nights remembering the years lost to it.
So I began to think how some artists must simply want to open a vein when a song like "Wind Beneath My Wings" begins to connect with millions of sentimentalists out there. And keeps connecting as the decades pass.
I mean, I have my mawkish moments. Guilty as charged. But if I wrote something, well, that saccharine (and I might), and if it became a blockbuster (as that song has), then I'd be forced to make a retraction (after making a few million): "I didn't mean it. I apologize for all the pain and suffering I've caused." And break into "The Rose."