NATASHA BEDINGFIELD SONGS ON THE HILLS PROFESSIONAL
But by the time MTV’s “The Hills,” a reality show following the personal and professional lives of affluent, white women in their early twenties debuted in late May 2006, “Unwritten” was a bonafide smash, convincing Epic to reissue the album.
I loved the endorphin rush that occurred each time I heard those vocals.īefore Bedingfield made her debut in the United States, executives at Epic were concerned whether the singer would translate to American radio airplay. To hear “staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window” is such a refreshing admission that your best self lies just ahead, which, as a college graduate with a history degree balancing temp jobs as a high-rise doorman at night and a records clerk at the Eastern District of New York during the day, was wildly refreshing. What I loved about the song at the time, and every subsequent time I’ve listened to the track, was how it hints at both the past and the future, making you feel completely at ease with whichever emotion you feel at that moment.
According to Wikipedia, “Unwritten” was the most played song in the United States that year, and while I have no clue if that is true, it seems right. I spent many days alternating between screaming this chorus as loudly as possible during car rides or in my bedroom, and then quietly mouthing the words during walks through the streets of New York City, reorienting myself to the hometown that I moved back to after four years of college in Philadelphia. “Unwritten” was arguably the song of the 2000s the record was inescapable, and even as background music, I’d start to hum along subconsciously, stimulating the cerebellum before I caught myself right before the chorus kicked in 47 seconds into the track: I don’t quite remember the first time I heard Natasha Bedingfield’s “Unwritten.” It had to be at some point in 2006, when the record was in the midst of a meteoric 42-week rise through the Billboard Hot 100 charts, but the pop ballad with a catchy beat and tantalizing first line (“I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined”) could have wiggled its way into my hippocampus even earlier and I wouldn’t have realized it.
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