Poop Shute

I said, Hot Damn, I love my work!

I'm in the middle of going through music for Barefoot In The Park and I am loving it. In fact, I'm loving it a little too much. I'm spending more time on each song than I should.

But, it's hard not to with this music. The period is the early sixties, 1960-1964 to be exact. This era is filled with songs so woven into our minds, our souls and our culture that anyone of them has as much a right to the title "National Anthem" as does the star-spangled banner.

These are songs that strike a chord deep inside us, and that is exactly why they have stood the test of time for nearly a half century now.

These are songs that we are so intimately familiar with that as we hear them they seem not to resonate from the speakers but from our own memories. We know each note by rote. Every twangy guitar solo, every throaty, crooning wail of the vocals.

From those first, thumping drumbeats at the beginning of Roy Orbison's "Oh, Pretty Woman" we know exactly what's coming. And that bit at the end when he leaves you in suspense, leaves you wondering if she'll really come back is never a surprise, but never any less fun either.

God, I love this.