Tuesday, February 4, 2025
Time: Noon
Song: Baby, I Love Your Way/Freebird
Artist Will to Power
Mode of Consumption: Music playing at the dentist’s office.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/7zMMs6D2XAx1kPlM2ibFc8?si=166f8d0c9d854668
It’s not always easy to think when someone has their hands
in your mouth. I mean, in any other context other than the dentist’s office, it
doesn’t happen right. A doctor might put a thermometer in your mouth or shine a
light into it to see your throat, but rarely are they stuffing their fingers in
there.
I suppose there are people who enjoy such things during
intimate times with those they are intimate with, but it’s certainly not
something that I desire.
So, while sitting in the dentist chair with the technician
scraping plaque from my mostly pearly whites, “Baby, I Love Your Way” covered
by Will to Power comes one, and I think a few things.
The first is that this was possibly the first version of
both “Baby, I Love Your Way,” and “Freebird” that I knew. It was released in
1988, and I remember it being in the rotation of the pop music channels out of
the Quad Cities.
Second, I imagine fans of both Peter Frampton and Lynyrd
Skynyrd hate this cover. It’s the sort of overproduced, glimmery sound that
rock fans loathe. Again, I probably heard this version first, so while I wouldn’t
say I am fond of it, my dislike doesn’t cut so deep. It’s just something I
could live without hearing. I don’t consider it sacrilege.
Third, this cover had to be made with the thought that it
would be a staple for dentist offices for the rest of time. In fact, as I was
thinking this, I began to wonder if I had heard this song every time that I had
been to the dentist. It just felt right. Not to overshare, but in my youth, I wasn’t
the best at caring for my teeth. That has resulted in some extensive work. While
that’s subsided, I have spent a copious amount of time at the dentist, my mouth
open, and drills whizzing along with the dulcet tones of this cover.
To cap the morning, I could overhear one of the other
technicians talking to a patient in one of the other rooms about how she
thought they played about 10 songs in rotation on the station the office played.
I couldn’t make out the whole conversation, but she admitted the songs even
made it to her personal playlists simply because they are so imbedded in her subconscious.
Not because she liked them that much.
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