It follows me everywhere I go, in stores, in cars, on the street. Oh no, it's the damn belters again. There are more belters now than I can keep track of even for the purposes of researching this article. There's Celine Dion, Michael Bolton, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Amanda Marshall and many others. They all sound frighteningly alike.
Climax begins with the first note and never lets go.
It's a middlebrow, one-note howl of complaint, about how they'll always love you or their heart will go on or they are your lady and you are their man or telling him that the sun and moon rise in his eyes or some such truck. It is pure cheese. I hate cheese. First of all, may I state that you are entitled to play anything you like on the soundtrack of your life. That means that whatever was current when you were a teenager and most vulnerable to love is your musical high point.