After Clint Eastwood picked a song off her solo debut album for the soundtrack of Play Misty For Me in 1972, and it rose to become a Number 1 hit, Robert Flack followed it up with this song on her next album, and exploded into chart-dominating existence in 1973. Nearly 50 years later, it still drips with a monstrous amount of raw talent, brilliance, and timeless beauty. (And sorry, youngsters, but the Fugees' middling cover is a pale, pale imitation of the original.) I picked this out way back last June, so it has nothing to do with what's going on now. It's just absolutely awesome, and every time I hear it, it's as if it was brand new yesterday. This is what it's like when a singer and a song slam into each other like plutonium reaching critical mass. Hearing it sung once by someone this good explains better than Simon Cowell ever could why most people should stay in school and keep their day jobs.
And it keeps killing me, softly.