Favorite songs are favorite because of when you heard them. According to this rubric, I heard each of my four favorites whilst petrified about something.

Sugar Sugar “Honey-honey. You are my candy girl and you got me wanting you…”
This song is stupid if you appreciate complexity of tone and rhythm. This song has none. I like it because it makes sex sound friendly and happy, which was not readily apparent to me in 1969.

Let it Be“And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be.”
This song is my mom-in-a-bottle. I like it because I had Mom, I am a Mom. I need a Mom, which is not what I was led to believe in 1970, or much since.

Footloose“You’re playing so cool, obeying every rule. Way down in your heart you’re burning, yearning for somebody to tell you that life ain’t a passing you by. I’m trying to tell you it will if you don’t even try.”
I played this song each time I had to write a feature story on deadline. I like it because it makes being serious the bad thing and feeling free the good thing, which I thought a wondrous and highly suspect option in 1984.

End of the Line“Well it’s alright. Remember to live and live. Well, it’s alright. The best you can do is forgive. Well, it’s alright even if you’re old and grey. Well it’s alright. You still got something to say.”
In 1988, I figured God helped the Traveling Wilburys write this tune. Still do.

About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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