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Margaret Cho Sings to Murderous Ex-Boyfriend

Posted by: Natasia Rose on August 4, 2010.

: Margaret Cho via last.fm

08/04/2010- by Natasia Langfelder

Comedian Margaret Cho is going into the music industry. The multi-talented Cho is planning to release an album and has made a music video for her single, “I’m Sorry.” The song is a comedic tale of a woman so obessed with a boyfriend she kills him. Cho wrote on her blog that the song is about an ex-boyfriend who she had feelings for even after their break-up. She googled him one day and found out that he had murdered his wife and hid her body in their attic. I have no idea if Cho is kidding or not, but it sounds serious.

He was like the Martin Landau of my dreams. Or like the John Travolta of my dreams. He was featured a ton in his heyday, and then continued to have much success later in life, maybe even more so, because irony was involved. Anyway, this man I loved, I realized I still loved, and I had no idea how he was doing. Where he was. What his life was. I wanted to know. I had resisted googling him for years because my feelings for him hadn’t yet faded. I didn’t want to know he was successful and happy and living in a renovated lighthouse with his beautiful wife and many children. I typed his name into the little box, fully expecting to be made instantly, painfully jealous of the charmed life I would never share with him. Instead, his Wikipedia entry came up. His name, a list of his credits and then this, “in 2007, was convicted of the murder of his wife.” Apparently, my dream lover had bludgeoned his wife to death, then stuffed her body in the attic of their house, where she lay for nearly a month, until her body had partially mummified.

So, I had a song. And a murder ballad at that. I wrote the lyrics when I was up late at night, unable to sleep, thinking about that poor woman’s body, dead between the walls like a character in an Edgar Allen Poe story. She was me. She wasn’t me. She could have been me. She couldn’t have been me. He had lost his considerable looks in his mugshot, his face bloated with alcohol and domestic violence. No one is flattered in that orange. He was no longer a dream lover but a nightmare monster. He moved from a place in my heart to hiding under the bed, lurking in the shadows, waiting for me in the closet, so when I pushed the door closed, he would push back. [Source]

The story makes the song a lot less funny. But check it out and decide for yourself.