While my sister is, inarguably, an “obsessive country-music fan,” she is not a crazed fan. She doesn't stalk people, has never been arrested, doesn’t do drugs, has never auditioned for a reality TV show.
With its haunting melody, pressing rhythms, and determination, in the face of the grief that inspired it, to look on the positive side of things, Hebb’s recording of “Sunny” captured the spirit of its time.
I eat no more than four oranges a year. They're either too tart or too bland. Definitely too watery. But in the winter of 1981-1982, in the months of December and January, I ate nearly a dozen oranges a day.