October 8, 2025
A song from the 1950s that you like or means something to you.
This is probably amongst the first songs that lives in my conscious memory from childhood; my mother has told me that she used to put on the Buddy Holly Lives: 20 Golden Greats vinyl and dance me to sleep as an infant, and I still find myself randomly humming it to myself from time to time. Also, listen close and you might just catch the way its melody was artfully imported into the album opener of one of my favorite records from my formative musical years—Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. 😎
