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that was the 1966 follow-up to the immortal talk talk; it wasn't as big a hit, although i always thought it should have been, and it got respectable airplay in the new york city area as i recall. in fact, i actually owned the single version, which i bought, proudly, at the sam is really stellar for the period; mm bas*ist keith olsen went on to a huge career behind the recording console, and was responsible for, among other fine audio products, the eponymous 1975 fleetwood mac album you might be familiar with. from 2016, please enjoy jimmy eat world and their quite ragingly beautiful it matters. i've never really paid attention to those guys before, and the reason i bring them up now is because one of my youthful friends, who's also my saturday afternoon bartender, was playing the album that song is from at work last weekend, and when the chorus came on it instantly reminded me of another song hit -- probably from the 80s -- that i could not and still can't readily remember the title of, or the band i have to say it -- if you had told me in 1979 that four decades later i would be seeing te*nage kids walking down the street wearing in the meantime, please enjoy power pop legend (and friend of the floor models) marc jonson and his fabulous new song my gi*lfriend words fail me, obviously. and have i mentioned that there's a street in manhattan named after joey? the marmalade lead singer responsible for the wonderful reflections of my life has pas*ed. but i'd forgotten that he was also responsible for this clas*ic, which no less an authority than jimi hendrix praised as the best single of a special powerpop no-prize© will be awarded the first reader who identifies the tv commercial in which this song featured prominently. specifically, none of you guys told me that wayne kramer was doing an mc5 fiftieth anniversary tour (as mc50) untill two weeks after the but, as i mentioned the other day, since i love you all more than food, i am thoughtfully reproducing here -- for those of you who don't