you know how there are certain songs that are forever imbedded in your
childhood? songs that were popular when you were young, that you
knew all the words to, even if you didn’t understand what you were
for me, that song was “baby, baby” by amy grant. i knew all the
words (and every fill) and sung them all the time. my cousins and
i (i was not alone in this!) would rock out to this song in the back
seat of their sky blue minivan. we even have some home video
footage involving me “singing” that song with a microphone that also
doubled as… a flashlight? or was it a kitchen spoon? i’m
not really sure…
(disturbingly enough, the last 2 times i’ve walked into my local Paradise Bakery – i’ve heard that song playing on the radio.)
anyway – i found the music video for “baby, baby” on youtube (see
below). i had never seen it before! now, the early 90’s
clothing (please note the patchwork blazer with oversized shoulder
pads) and “dancing” styles (the chicken wing?!) were definitely a
little shocking and
hilarious. but that was not the thought that struck me as the
video played. oh no.
see, viewing this video sent my paradigm spiraling downward where it
hit the cold hard floor of reality and crashed into a million
pieces. for years – years – i had thought amy grant was singing this song about and to her child. her baby. literally.
it would appear that i was wrong. the “baby” referred to in this
“famous” song from my childhood is a GUY! a boyfriend! a
husband! a romantic interest! aaaahhhhh!!!
all this time… all these years…
EDIT: ok so apparently i wasn’t TOTALLY wrong. according to this, she WAS inspired by an actual baby! ha!