Given that Debbie Harry’s voice is sirenesque as always, and the lyrics are a dreamy (pun intended) poem about going unloved, I am now wondering if they sat down to record this slow ballad and Burke just Guy Pattersoned the shit out of it.
I am now starting to imagine that he did this to them on every track, and it’s awesome.
Well, sure. But this kind of shit happens to me all the time, even now, running into rock stars randomly. He returned to my office to chat several times, by the way, and even eventually offered me a job with their management company. I didn’t take it, obviously. I wonder if that was a good decision.
Used to watch Hub Kittle smash line drives with a fungo to Rader while he gradually moved closer and closer to home. It was really impressive to behold, especially considering Rader played with a second baseman’s glove.
Martindale was also a disc jockey in his early days and was working at WHBQ in Memphis in July 1954 when his colleague Dewey Philips was the first to play Elvis Presley on the air. Martindale was tasked with trying to set up Elvis’s first on-air interview. Martindale called Elvis’s house, but Gladys said Elvis was too nervous after hearing his song and had gone out. They later got Elvis into the studio for the interview but had to tell him that it wasn’t going out on the air (it was).