I turn 35 tomorrow, July 13. In honor of my birthday, I'm going to post a few songs over the next 24 hours from my childhood that I either loved or hated – but they all marked a significant event in my life growing up. The first song is one that I HATED. It is Peter Cetera's "Glory of Love" from Karate Kid II, I think. I was 12 years old. I had a crush on a girl named Gayle. She had long black hair and dark eyes. She was really cute in a Winnie Cooper sort of way. But, this other guy in my class who we'll just call "Backstabber" won her over by writing out the lyrics to "Glory of Love" and giving it to her in a note, as though he was going to be her Ralph Macchio. So, he shows me the note at a football game and says that he's going to give it to her. He told me that girls loved stuff like that. We were supposed to be friends or something, I guess. I didn't say anything. I tried to play it cool in my jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up and the collar popped. But, deep inside I was fuming. He won the girl, by the way, and it's all because of that irresistible Peter Cetera and his "Glory of Love." Whatever. I'm over it.
I've hated that song ever since. It reminds me of 12 year old heartbreak, which is the worst kind. I thought I was unstoppable in my jean jacket. But, I couldn't handle Cetera lyrics written on notebook paper and folded up real small. I'd learned my lesson, though. You can't fight Cetera.
Take a listen. Feel my pain.