Song 50 is, I think, the oldest one on the list. Overall I don’t usually love the music of the sixties, with the obvious exception of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, but this one, as many songs do, reminds me of that little angel on my shoulder, Angie. Admittedly I don’t know the song from when it was a hit on the radio in 1966. My memory of this particular tune comes from our time in the Poconos, a time when we all yearned to find happiness somehow, especially, I think, my mother. In those small moments when they’d have weekend guests, they’d go out coupling to one of the resort hotels that showcased bands from the past. Angie was enamored with lead singer Tom Giuliano of the Happenings, and he was always so gracious to my parents and their friends after their shows at Paradise Stream. I remember this song fondly as my mom would sing it acapella in the kitchen days later as the veil would begin to fade. Funny to think how very alike we are/were.
From the historical writing archive. Original date: November 1, 2016. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.