So I’m listening to the radio and this song comes on that sounds vaguely familiar. Not the music but the lyrics. Then suddenly it hits me. It’s a remake of the Patrick Swayze song “She’s Like The Wind” from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. A dance/rap hybrid with some panting thrown in for good measure.  

A freaking remake of a Patrick Swayze song!! Can you believe that? What? Did they run out of good songs to butcher? Are today’s artists (and I use that term extremely loosely) abandoning the classics? “Um, I’m gonna pass on the Hendrix song. Do you have anything from the Patrick Swayze catalog I can remake instead?” Plus, the remake sucks. The poor bastard must be turning over in his grave. Oh, wait, he’s not dead. Just his career. Actually, that’s a pretty rude and arrogant thing for me to say. At least the guy had a career. That’s more than I can say.

After all, I don’t have a bunch of mostly mediocre, some horrible straight to video, and the occasional good movie adorning the shelves of your local Blockbuster. At this point in my life, that actually wouldn’t be all that bad. I’d take it. Sure, I have some stuff I’ve shot on my camcorder but it’s mostly of my dogs and it  probably would never find a distributor. I haven’t even sold a script. And Patrick Swayze had that one hit song. That’s one more hit song than I’ve ever had. Hell, I’ve never even been to an opening of a Planet Hollywood. I had to wait in line for the Chicken Crunch just like everyone else.

I have realized the error of my ways and stand here humbled. Well, sit humbled. To put it Biblically (if that is indeed a word): Judge not lest you be judged. Not only that but let’s not forget the most important lesson of all.

Nobody puts Swayze in a corner….