Boz Scaggs - Look What You've Done to Me (B. Scaggs, D. Foster) ~ Erwin Lazaro 054

"What do other kids think of? ..."  I used to ask myself that question.  I'd ask myself that question and then I'd spend hours thinking what the answers might be.  I never thought of asking one of my friends.  It was a rhetorical question, for me.  I actually spent most of my "Wonder Years" by myself.  When I enjoyed time with my friends, I had a BLAST!  When I was alone, I had a BLAST!  I didn't know how that worked, but it did ... for me ... me and my imagination.  My imagination always created something Grand; something "Magical".  I spent hours upon hours drawing within my bedroom.  I created battle tanks with amazing, fantastical weaponry.  I meticulously detailed space fighters with decals and antennae.  I used q-tips and paper to create funny cars (drag racing car class).  I also made 3-D versions of my space fighters.  Even beyond these creations, I loved one subject above all: fantasy.  I still do.  I had drawn knights with magical weapons and armor, for as long as I can remember.  And, of all of the magical creatures that had graced the text of folklore, I was enthralled by unicorns.  I know.  Please don't laugh.  I'll accept a chuckle.  Please refrain from the uncontrollable GUFFAW!  I never thought about it then.  My love for unicorns was natural.  Something about unicorns completely consumed me.  In fact, hanging from my office wall, I have framed artwork of my favorite "magical" knight, wielding his "magical" sword, riding atop my favorite "magical" unicorn.  I created that timeless image when I was 16 years old.  I know; a fearsome knight about to slay his foe, riding atop his unicorn!?!  I DO create very muscular unicorns!  They do appear as a good team!  Ahem.  When I did finally think about my passion for unicorns, I narrowed my love for the mythological creature down to one ideal.  It was simply "purity"; muscle-bound "purity" in order to validate the softness of it all.  I believe that together, I was always seeking strength tempered by purity.

I didn't realize that I could carry a tune until I was about 12 years old.  My love for art was slowly being replaced by my growing passion for music.  I hardly draw now, but I definitely SING!  As a 12-year-old, I continued to draw for hours and I started singing for hours, as well.  My "Wonder Years" were filled with art and music.  Just one year later, my thoughts started to focus on people.  Like many teens, I started thinking about relationships.  I actually dreamed of getting married and becoming a father by the time I turned 25.  I'm not sure how many teenage boys have this same dream; especially 13-year-olds.  I thought, "Not many".  I had always believed that I would make a fine husband and a fine father of my children.  That was my goal.  Some boys dreamed of becoming astronauts and baseball stars.  I dreamed of becoming The Best Husband and The Best Father of my children.

In 1980, Boz Scaggs, one of my ALL-TIME favorite musicians, released "Look What You've Done to Me".  That song epitomized my ideal of what I thought I'd be feeling when I would finally meet the girl of my dreams.  I had no clue, at that time, that it was composed by Boz Scaggs and David Foster for the movie, Urban Cowboy.  The POWER of the music swept me away.  I later found out that "Look What You've Done to Me" remains as David Foster's favorite composition to date.  That's what he had announced during the Hit Man: David Foster & Friends concert.  Anyway, I learned to sing this passionate song as soon as it hit the airwaves!  As I previously mentioned, the POWER of the music, and the lyrics, is what I had fantasized that love would be like when I would finally be within its embrace.  I believed that when I had finally found the WOMAN of my dreams, I would be so in love that I would be so scared to lose her.  That's what I had interpreted from the song.  That was my fantastical impression about "being in love".  I was so passionate in my ideal about love that I believed that the "fear of loss" was an integral part of the love between a man and a woman.  Thankfully, I learned otherwise.  But, as an impressionable teen, I didn't know anything about love. I sang "Look What You've Done to Me", like I knew "everything" about love.  Silly me.

I had painted a fantastical impression of love, blurred by wild imaginings, developed without foundation.  I thought that love shared between a man and a woman needed the "fear of loss", but that couldn't be any further from the truth.  Instead, I've learned that Trust is integral for everlasting love between a man and a woman; implicit trust.  The truth is "Love, Look What You've Done to Me. Because of you, with every passing moment, I AM becoming The Best Husband that I can be.  I AM becoming The Best Father for our children."  I've come to understand that love is a lifelong endeavor, nurtured by attention and given every care.  I will NEVER be The Best, but I will spend the rest of my life trying.

From Wikipedia:
Look What You've Done to Me is a 1980 song recorded by Boz Scaggs, and composed by Scaggs and David Foster for the movie Urban Cowboy.  It reached #14 on the U.S. pop charts in November.  The song, reflecting on a broken romance (as depicted in the Urban Cowboy film), features The Eagles on background vocals and instrumentation.  Two versions of the song were released.  The most widely available version of the song (as released on Scaggs greatest hits compilations) places more emphasison the Eagles' background vocals, plus additional background vocal stylings by Scaggs towards the end of the song.  The version as heard in the Urban Cowboy movie (as well as its soundtrack) replaces the Eagles' vocals with a femalechorus.  According to comments made by both Scaggs and Foster on the television special (and subsequent DVD) "Hit Man: David Foster and Friends", the song was written and recorded in one night after thestudio called asking the duo to write a song for the scene, informing them the scene was to be filmed the following day, and the track needed to be on a courier plane the following morning.