Last week I heard “The Way” for the first time in a while. I love the song, but it’s hard for me to listen to it without thinking about an NPR story I caught back in 98 about its origins. In a bit of a strange coincidence, today I came across this article in the Washington Post with some haunting similarities. While it’s touching to consider the love these couples shared, my heart aches over their final moments and the pain visited upon their children.
The video was one of those bright, overexposed mishmashes that somehow works put together by McG in the late 90s: see also Smash Mouth, Sugar Ray, or “One Week” by Barenaked Ladies.
The Music of My Life 