I can’t tell you how I first heard this song or even when. Considering the artist, you’d be forgiven for thinking it was a discovery in my parents’ attic among a box of my mother’s teen keepsakes, but it wasn’t. I remember having zero clue who this artist was other than it being obvious he was of an “oldies” persuasion. Little did I know he was a veritable legend of both television and rock ‘n’ roll and one of the first teen idols.
I own a Greatest Hits compilation now and while I would be lying if I said I regularly listen to it cranked while I dance around the house in my skivvies, I do enjoy listening to the innocent music that it embodies. The early years of rock ‘n’ roll are good even if they are little too quaint sometimes. This song, though, is lyrically poignant and it resonated with me when I first heard it.
I’m kicking off the weekend with my favourite song by your mother’s (or grandmother’s) teen dream, Ricky Nelson. This is the title song from his 1972 album Garden Party.
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