Thought your mind was blown when you first heard “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out?” Can you imagine hearing “In Dreams” for the first time, in February 1963? One minute there’s Fabian or somebody on the airwaves, then… time freakin’ stops.
Pocket transistors, the glow of a car radio – or, if you were really lucky, your parents’ hi-fi. This unnatural, supernatural voice singing to YOU. Knowing your pain, your thoughts, your regrets. Knowing your heart. For almost 3 minutes, an ode to your longing. And not just prompting feminine swoons; this voice spoke to young men, too. Spoke to everybody, like Sinatra. But this was rock ‘n’ roll. And grand opera. Rock opera? Like Elvis, and Puccini. But better than The King; more urgent than Madama Butterfly.
There is only one Roy Orbison.
