Just as you suspect she doesn’t change a lot of diapers around the house, Dion has a slate of songwriters (including Canadians Aldo Nova and Corey Hart, along with the likes of Mutt Lange and Daryl Hall) do the heavy lifting for her.Ī New Day Has Come is also a work by committee when it comes to music. It would almost be touching - if Celine had written a word of it. Open the lyric sheet at random and you can’t miss the fact that almost every couplet is a thinly disguised ode to motherhood: “I can’t believe I’ve been touched by an angel with love.” “I found my strength / All in the love of a boy.” “I know there is no love like a mother’s love for her child.” Yadda yadda yadda. Pretty much every one of these 16 tunes is about that special kind of love that changes a woman’s world and gives her life a new meaning. In case the four pages devoted to Celine’s baby pictures aren’t enough of a tipoff, there’s the songs themselves. A New Day Has Come is Mommy Celine’s multi-million-dollar love letter to her little boy. It’s on every entertainment show, in every newspaper, all over the radio.Īnd now, just to put the icing on the cake, it’s all over her comeback album. After all, unless you’ve been in a ball-peen hammer-induced coma, you can’t avoid hearing about Celine and her little hellspawn. Just as you already knew that she and her senior-citizen Svengali manager René Angélil now have a little bundle of frozen-embryo joy by the name of René-Charles. Well, Celine’s retirement - interrupted only by near-weekly press bulletins detailing just how much she loved being out of the public eye - has mercifully ended. Especially when said star is publicity-addicted uberdiva Celine Dion, a woman so consumed by self-importance she staged a worldwide PR blitz to make sure every Kalahari bushman knew she was “retiring” to start a family.
At least you can tune them out by turning up the radio, turning on the TV, reading a magazine - or, if all else fails, whacking yourself in the noggin with a ball-peen hammer.īut when a superstar has kids, good luck escaping the fallout.
Then they regale you with tales of Junior’s every meaningless milestone. Then they bring the screaming little dear to the office. Hell, it’s bad enough when your friends have kids. Is there anything more annoying than a celebrity who’s just had a baby? Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing): This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it.
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