Hail, Hail, Rock'n'Roll

In one memorable line in MacArthur Park, Richard Harris sang of being pressed in love's hot fevered iron like a striped pair of pantsDriving through the US last year, I became a touch obsessed with a run of stations I found on the car radio, each playing hits from different decades – 40s on Four, 50s on Five, right through to 90s on Nine. Spend long enough listening to 60s on Six, I discovered, and soon enough the DJ would be sure to play MacArthur Park, always preceding its opening notes wit...

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