Until today, I thought I had seen them on Ed Sullivan at my parents’ house, on the little TV built into the wall that my father and brother, amazingly, put together themselves. I thought I remembered screaming, even with my parents disapprovingly in the room.
But all that’s impossible, because by February 9, 1964, I would have been back at college. I do remember first hearing this song that winter break, and returning to college telling everyone this was the next big hit; the next big group.
The TV memory must have been Elvis Presley – at which I did scream, to my parents’ disapproval.
Fifty years from now, what will they remember?