6 years old, at my grandma’s on east side of Detroit, laying on that wine colored carpet with the cream swirls watching wide-eyed at a black and white television set that only had 4 channels. That night the whole world only need one.
The music made us see colors.
God I needed this…..
and they saved the best song for last.
I will always love the earlier music from The Beatles.
The songs from this album when heard still breaks out the chills simply because I remember them as clearly today as when all of 6 years-old I heard them first.
I cannot listen today what the record companies call music anymore when it’s anything but. In fact I haven’t been able to listen to it for years. From this trash called Rap and these so-called singers of the last 20 years who all sound alike. With some sort of blocked nasal cavity sound. People who can sing do so, they let it all out with every dynamic of their vocal chords.
What we heard when I was coming up in the sixties was precision. Total precise lyrics, the singers total capabilities, the arrangement of all the music, every lead, background, harmony, instrument played down to every single break, beat, chord, horn section, strings. Everything combined and composed and it all came out like a masterpiece.
You can hear it all with this song released in 1964 by Petula Clark.
Written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King.
Released in 1966.