Sometimes music is playing and you don’t realise how good it is until you’ve aged about 20 years. The thing about the Everly Brothers was that they just didn’t look very hip. There was a hint of grease in their hair and they were so neat, in their suits. They didn’t rock like Elvis. I wouldn’t have described theirs as my kind of music.
And yet, and yet, I know the words – and the harmonies – of all their songs. Because of course, they say everything you’re trying to say, all the yearning and misery and uncertainty, which when you’re 9, 10, 11, 12, is all about love. Crying in the Rain, Ebony Eyes – ‘they may have run into some turbulent weather, and had to alter their course’,
All I Have to Do is Dream
Walk Right Back
Let it Be Me
I know them all.