Oh, Maxine Nightingale, one thing I slowly realized on my new recording adventure was that I was going to be capturing a lot of songs that I knew but I didn’t know how I knew them. This was one of them. I don’t know when I first heard it, Maxine Nightingale. I don’t ever remembering hearing it anywhere ever. But as soon as it started playing, I knew it. How did I know it, Maxine Nightingale? How?
BOB is pretty good about playing songs from the ’70s. I was born in ’75. The late ’80s and early ’90s is when I really cut my musical teeth, and anything that came out before ’85-ish is kind of a blur besides a few choice cuts. But I clearly heard this somewhere, Maxine Nightingale, and I wonder if I just absorbed these songs when I was a little tyke where they gestated until it was time for me to truly appreciate them.
That kind of sounds like a lot of bullshit, Maxine Nightingale. All I know is, I remember this song and I love this song and it’s a great song. The rest of it don’t really matter, and I’m excited to harvest more of these earworms in the months to come.