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Song #025: Heart - Magic Man (off Dreamboat Annie - 1976)

I have been listening to a RIDICULOUS amount of Heart lately. My facebook and twitter statuses have expressed an interest in forming a Heart-sounding band, and tomorrow I’m going to jam at my dude Brad’s place to see if this is possible. Ahhh I’m excited. 

So it’s one thing to like a song enough to want to cover it and write songs that sound like it (Magic Man is one of my favourite female-fronted songs recorded pre-1980), it’s another that it reminds me of the first time I fell in love - an event that happened exactly four years ago today.

It was a strange whirlwind romance that only lasted a few weeks, and I barely think about him anymore (except the unceremonious and legendary way we broke up, just because it’s a good story). He was a tall, lanky Nova Scotian. He was an astrophysics student. I experienced life in a completely new way when I was with him, trying all kinds of new things (new foods, new bands). Though I knew it would all be short-lived (he was leaving for grad school in BC in August), I still invested all of myself into the romance.

July 6 marked our fourth date in six days, and I came home to declare to Natalia that I thought I loved him. Being the naive girl that I was, I believed that he felt the same way (and this was before Taylor Swift and Twilight turned a whole generation of young women into passive “romantics” - I had no excuse). 

Where is he now? I had to look him up, but he’s in Mongolia teaching science at an English private school. He’s also not as handsome as I remember. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? They only seem magic at the time. Once the limerence wears off, the Magic Man is just some other dude who broke up with you for an extraordinarily stupid reason. When a girl finds her Magic Man, though? Nothing mothers, older sisterly best friends or logic say can tell her he’s anything but magical.