I tweeted my love for this song yesterday, and was challenged to prove it… so here we go. My tastes do tend to fall more within the rock/singer-songwriter/folksy circles, but I consider myself more of a music connoisseur than snob. If it’s good, I like it. Plain & simple. A vocal background really gives me no choice but to love this song, and beyond that, respect the talent. Randomly enough, I have a strong connection to this chest pounding Canadian songbird. The nostalgia her records produce is uncanny. As a child, I begged my mother NOT to play her Colour of my Love cd for the umpteenth time, yet whenever I hear that album I am happily flooded with memories of my home, our blue mini van, and the moment we realized the cat was in fact still on the roof as we drove down the highway (it lived). Her Titanic anthem was overplayed, but redeemed in college. When it echoed off the stone walls of John Wayne Airport as I was picked up at the airport, my midterm crazed friends singing dramatically out the windows, a tradition was born that is more powerful than any iceberg. This song particularly grabbed me. I am admittedly a sucker for any song that includes the violin. It’s impossible not to sing along when hear it… I have tried. Seriously, I have been present when this plays in public and I get antsy trying to adhere to social norms and not belt out the melody. It’s by far my favorite cheesy power ballad of all time.
One more confession: I have seen her live. What started as a joke in the quad went much further than we ever thought it would. When the opportunity arose to see her during the final year of her Vegas stint, we took it. We went. We sang. We possibly wore tiny Hearts of the Ocean. Hands down, within the top 5 dorkiest moments of my life. However, I was completely blown away by her performance, as well as the ability to hit her chest that many times without any permanent damage. Ow. I walked in laughing, I walked out Team Celine. For-ever.