Dj Got Us Fallin In Love

[Magnhild Lachowicz]

Fallin' In Love" is a song by American music trio Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds. It was written by band member Dan Hamilton and featured on the trio's third studio album by the same name (1975).

Released in mid-1975, the song became the group's second top-10 hit on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the US (following 1971's "Don't Pull Your Love" which peaked at number four), and it was their only song to reach number one on this chart. It was also the only pop number-one hit for the Playboy Records label.[2]

"Fallin' in Love" was also a number-one hit on the Billboard Easy Listening chart in the US for one week in 1975.[3] In addition, the song reached number twenty-four on Billboard's Hot Soul Singles chart.[4]

In a lawsuit that its attorneys filed June 24, 2010, Playboy Enterprises litigated against Drake for copyright infringement by over allegations that his breakout selection, "Best I Ever Had," sampled "Fallin' in Love" without attribution or permission. The suit named Drake, as well as Cash Money Records and Universal Music Group, as respondents, and it asserted that Playboy "has suffered, and will continue to suffer irreparable injury" from the alleged infringement. The lawsuit demanded that "all infringing works be recalled and destroyed."

"Fallin' in Love" was in 1995 by German Eurodance duo La Bouche. It was the third single of their debut album, Sweet Dreams (1995), and was released in June 1995 by MCI and BMG, although the song did not gain popularity in the United States until the following year following the success of the first two singles, "Be My Lover" and "Sweet Dreams". It was produced by D. C. Montez, and though it did well in several countries, it achieved a minor success in comparison with previous releases. "Fallin' in Love" reached number four in Finland and Hungary, and was a top-20 hit in Austria, Belgium, Germany, Iceland, the Netherlands, Sweden and Switzerland. On the Eurochart Hot 100, the single peaked at number 20.

"Fallin' in Love" was also released in 1995 by US rapper Funk'e Ray as a maxi-single by Pandisc Records in Miami, FL. This single version was written by Ray Hatcher and music was produced by Richard Finch from KC and the Sunshine Band and Ray Hatcher

Dave Sholin from the Gavin Report felt that the two "make this new version sparkle. Already bolstered by a substantial amount of airplay, this production has everything in place to be hit number three for this twosome."[18] Pan-European magazine Music & Media commented, "Have a "mouthful" of sultry soul the old-fashioned way. The beat and rap bridge are a sign of a modern product, while the intro to the Full Harmony Club Mix, a dialogue between the Hamilton couple, is even more sexy."[19] A reviewer from Music Week gave the song four out of five, adding, "Pop dance balladry from the self-styled Eurogroovers, whose hooky continental hit is also making its mark on the US club chart."[20] James Hamilton from the RM Dance Update wrote that Thornton's "outstanding soulfully joyful wailing Mariah Carey-ish vocal performance" makes it "potentially a UK number one smash too now".[21]

A music video was filmed and produced by DoRo Film GmbH on 13th April 1995 to promote the single in the upcoming summer.[23] It was filmed at Biltmore Hotel in Miami, featuring the duo performing both inside and outside of a villa. In between, there is a storyline of a young couple falling in love and eventually getting married.[24] The video was later made available by VEVO on La Bouche's official YouTube channel in 2015.

Incapable of leaving for a host of personal and professional reasons, I turned moaning about my adopted home into an art form. I complained about the lunatic drivers, maddening road rules, pot-holed streets, archaic schools, Sunday shop closures, paying to pee in cafes and even the lack of decent Indian restaurants.

Lockdown also spurred me to get to know Belgium better. Before it, the only time I left Brussels was to leave the country. I knew the Eurostar terminal intimately but was largely ignorant of the rest of the land.

As a result, 28 years after I arrived in Brussels for a five-month internship, I have finally fallen in love with the country I spent so long moaning about. If you live in Belgium and are wondering how to do the same, here are six tips.

And when it comes to food, instead of fixating on the fact that the baguettes are better in Bordeaux, why not revel in the simple, guilty pleasures Belgium does better than almost anywhere in the world? Like a cone of frites washed down with a cool Leffe beer in a friendly bar. Or shrimp croquettes followed by mussels in an unpretentious brasserie.

There have been seven UK ministers for Europe since Tony Blair came to power in 1997. So if the past is anything to go by, newly appointed incumbent Geoffrey William Hoon has little more than a year left in the job.

For Catholic priests, love plays a major professional role. They talk endlessly about the love of God, love for God, God's love of man, love of neighbor, even love of self, albeit this last one at times disparagingly. The one that lights them up the most, however, is their love of the priesthood, something every priest I know feels deeply.

I have dealt extensively with men who have been involved with other adults, both men and women. For the rest, I am sure there are many good men who have navigated the choppy waters of physical attraction with relative aplomb if not ease. In fact, I know some. I take them at their word.

One of the virtues of being a therapist is witnessing human beings up close, or as close as intimate conversation allows. And up close to those priests labeled as "troubled" reveals a sad if complicated story.

Almost uniquely among human occupations, priests cannot marry, as a function of their vocation; nor can they engage in sexual acts, as proscribed by Catholic moral teaching. They live in a world unfamiliar to most of us, a world in which physical attractions and responses are not sought after and celebrated but instead are forbidden. Most people would not and do not volunteer to live in such a world, but men who would be priests do precisely that.

There are lots of reasons for this: a pious upbringing where priests are revered, or a desire to serve, to be special, to stand apart from others, to help humanity. Those are some of the satisfactory reasons. There are other, less benign ones, which a man contemplating the priesthood may not even himself consciously recognize at ordination.

What are those less benign reasons? Sometimes conflicts over sexual attraction or orientation, childlike shame over any sexual impulse, even limited ability to relate to people outside a structured role. And, paradoxically, a powerful desire for the esteem of others, for affirmation, and, yes, even for love. To be a priest is to be a leader esteemed and loved by Catholics everywhere. Naturally, he is the center of parish life.

People automatically accord priests a kind of deference available to few other professionals. So long as he is functioning in the role, he learns more or less how to behave. He learns that people attend to his reactions. Is Father frowning? Is he smiling? Does he approve? This makes for life in a kind of fishbowl where everyone outside is watching.

If this experience leads to a decision to leave the priesthood and marry, as it often does, there is no psychological problem. It is simply a life choice: a difficult one, to be sure, but not unlike decisions incumbent upon all of us.

More common is the case of Father D., a successful priest and administrator who finally revealed ongoing involvements with two women that lasted for more than a decade. The push to disclose came when he told Woman No. 1 about Woman No. 2. He was shocked at her (understandably) angry reaction.

That shock enabled him to tell the story of how he got involved, what was going on with him at the time, and how he allowed it to persist even as his career was blossoming and exposure became more threatening. This allowed Father D. to develop a more realistic approach to whatever intimacy needs he had while remaining within the bounds of a celibate priesthood if he so chose.

This is more typical of what is seen in treatment centers: men who yield to their passions but are unable or unwilling to leave the priesthood they love and on which they depend. Up to the moment it becomes known, it is a balancing act between the priesthood and a relationship, or series of relationships, which they come to believe they cannot live without. Is there love involved? Sometimes. But mostly it's a matter of juggling two incompatible things.

The one thing that is imparted informally in training is male camaraderie: team sports, guys socializing, guy group activities. These seem to be the alternative to specific love interests. It is not the case, however, that this "alternative" is without complications. In all this male camaraderie, pair bonding is not unheard of, and hooking up privately is not unknown.

The real challenge comes after ordination, when the observing eyes of superiors are far away. Over the past 30 years, the number of priests has been going down dramatically. Young priests are often sent to parishes alone after minimal on-the-job training with an older colleague.

This can be heady, exciting, frightening, anxiety-producing, and even intoxicating. It is also easy in this context to feel lonely, misunderstood, and powerfully desirous of solace beyond the purely spiritual kind.

It is here that love can bloom more easily. Not the theoretical, theological kind of love discussed in training, but the actual, sensuous, immediate, and non-intellectualized power trip of falling for someone. The space where moral imperatives can easily get fuzzy and slip into the background.

After all, a priest's parishioners mostly have families to which they return, primary attachments in the context of which they can bitch and moan and feel generally safe in so doing. For too many priests, this is just not available.

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