Dear Brandy

Dear Brandy,

When “Almost Doesn’t Count” was climbing the charts in 1998, I was at Burke Williams treating myself to some pampering on my birthday. I walked out of the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and there you were — emerging from the shower next to mine. Of course, you may not remember this, but I do!

I had never met you. I did however sing some background vocals on “Almost Doesn’t Count” (courtesy of my co-writer and vocal producer of the track, Guy Roche). You have often said it’s one of your favorite songs you’ve ever recorded — a song I wrote about a boy who almost loved me back; a song I wrote while remembering the euphoria of what could have been and the disappointment of what never was; a song that apparently struck a chord with many-a-lovelorn and inspired them to write their own story about their almost — their unrequited love.

Anyway, you couldn’t have been sweeter. For me that random meeting at the spa was a gift from the Universe. It allowed me the opportunity to introduce myself (wet hair and all) as the woman whose words you interpreted. I couldn’t have planned it better. I hope making that connection mattered to you as much as it mattered to me. It was a good birthday. A very good birthday. 🎂

Thing is, I need another one of those magic moments right about now. Or soon. And here’s why….

I’ve recorded a version of “Almost Doesn’t Count” for my own forthcoming album (which will start “leaking” soon after the new year) and I have this dream…this fantasy…this vision: that you grace my version of the song with your background vocals...those signature satiny smooth layers of gold. But how to get in touch?

You’d think the obvious liaison is your label but since my recording wouldn’t be a master they’d share in (although that can be arranged) they’re not going to necessarily be jumping to help. (That said, I’d be more than happy to donate a portion of the royalties to a charity of your choice.) 😄

Being that you’re local to L.A., getting you to Eve Nelson’s studio where we recorded much of the album would be super convenient. In fact, I believe you’ve worked with Eve before. Still, it’s not so easy.

First of all, I’m not Diane Warren or Linda Perry. I can’t just meet you for coffee with the ping of a cell. 

I don’t have a high-powered Hollywood agent who can set it up for me. .

I do however, happen to know Jon, your tennis coach (because he posts pictures of the two of you on Instagram). As it happens Jon was my daughter’s H.S. tennis coach too. And I was at every match. So…I reached out to Jon (of course I did). Crickets. (I can’t blame him. I know, it sort of crosses boundaries.) 😳

I’ve messaged you on social media. Nada. 

I’ve reached out to your management who promises they’ve sent my recording to your mom who last they heard, is you “day to day.” No response yet. But I’ll keep trying.

See I’ve learned when we put energy out into the Universe mysterious things can happen. This is how I’ve always operated. You have to ask for what you want. The fastest way to grow old is to stop dreaming. Even if they don’t come true. You simply can’t stop. Because you never know. Never Say Never, right?

Needless to say, we songwriters are eternally grateful for the artists who give our material life. And I can’t think of anyone who could have done my song more justice than you. And that’s enough. You owe me nothing. But should you choose to join me, your participation in my rendition would be a lovely gesture showing you appreciate a writer who’s written a song that’s become part of your identity. Besides, songwriters can often feel forgotten or invisible even when our song is a huge hit. So…it would be a really really really nice thing to do.  🙂

So there you have it, Brandy. What do you think? I look forward to hearing from you. ♥️

Love, Shelly