3. My Midnight Hour story...back in '65 there was a black station
in Newark, NJ. Since I loved a lot of black music and blues, I listened. One night I called in and requested Midnight Hour. The announcer was practically going nuts as he tried to pronounce my obviously Italian name...here's this white girl calling in from the 'burbs requesting In the Midnight Hour. It was pretty funny...the guy was laughing like crazy...
Wonder what he would have thought if he later knew that I loved Percy Sledge.....and that I actually bought records with the Stax label...LOL
The force of Pickett's performance is so remarkable that you almost wind up siding with him (I mean, he bought her a MUSTANG! A nineteen sixty-FIVE! Bitch.) THe lyrics also carry an important social lesson: if she's doesn't want you, she doesn't want you. Walk away. Upping the ante just makes you look like a dolt.
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