Marilyn McCoo didn’t get to sleep one night,
she sang about it and people related,
as the world spun and romance continued.
The reason I know this is, it is still happening
thirty years on. I remember when I drove around
thinking about someone whose image would plague me
still, and I wanted nothing more in the world
except forget, not feel that way anymore
and be able to move on with my life.
In those days I was familiar with Enya
and her melodic haunting new age tone and pitch.
When her music came up in LA Story,
the film caused me to gravitate towards hope.
Passion was something I was never short of.