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This week’s playlist is really selfish. It’s a bunch of my earliest favorite songs, many of which led to WIM stories. Enjoy:
“I’ve Just Seen A Face,” The Beatles. The earliest favorite song that I can remember, and I still love it. Featured in WIM’s first story.
“Ya Ya,” Lee Dorsey. I humiliated myself at show and tell with this first grade favorite.
“I Can See Clearly Now,” Johnny Nash. I have the fuzziest memory of watching Johnny Nash perform this on a daytime talk show. I was seated next to my mother in our tiny Denver working class living room.
“Magic,” Pilot. I was 8 years old when this came out, and I thought it was the coolest song ever.
“Black Superman – Muhammad Ali,” Johnny Wakelin. Come on, every kid loved Ali.
“Hold Your Head Up,” Argent. Nothing sounded like this. Still doesn’t.
“For What It’s Worth,” Buffalo Springfield. This is what I imagined grown-up life sounded like. I don’t know why — my parents were incredibly straight.
“Crazy On You,” Heart. This one hit me in the gut and the crotch. I think the Wilson sisters may have forced me into early puberty.
“Could This Be Magic,” Barry Manilow. Yeah, I went through an early childhood Manilow phase, what’s it to you?
Okay, that’s probably enough. Thanks for indulging me. What about you — favorite songs from early childhood? I’m listening.
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