So glad I found these two reactors, as they do it as I do, analytically, but from the other end of this post-war era. They’re forever examining how people were thinking and acting back then, through the changing nature of the songs.

Before going any further … yes, there is early music, Baroque, Classical etc. and it serves two functions … firstly the greatness of the music itself but secondly, providing a historical record. I’m not saying in any way that this below matches the 1700s classic music, musically … but I am saying that it’s an accurate historical record, plus quite listenable for most folk.

Given that, this young man below, who had the channel running before the girl arrived on the scene … he is mightily enhanced by the girl and she’s certainly for their partnership. That’s the added bonus here … their interrelationship … and while we’re on the topic of this lonesome blues style period, post 60s, time of dashed dreams, descending into gloom through the 70s … well it’s best listening to these songs with those two analysing them.

For example, he points out, or she does, that had he/she just listened to the song alone … weeelll, yes, nice song … but in that hothouse atmosphere of Cliff, Karen and Toy Caldwell, there’s this added edge, this poignancy, let alone what two headphones do … isolating the instruments.

In short, there’s this “heated piquancy” going on, especially for someone like me who lived through, was mightily active, at that time. “Gonna find a hole in the wall, crawl inside and die, jump off a mountain, nobody gonna know.”

Yes. Indeed. When she sent the Dear James letter, it messed me around … yet here we are in 2026, speaking about things again. Wonders of modern science, eh?

I really like their level of perception, these two, though with obvious shortcomings, not being from the era. They’re on the ball, vital, interested … what more can a viewer hope for? And one thing they point out in another reviewed song, is that the 70s were the antithesis of the early 60s innocence … it was the new cynicism, disillusionment … songs of experience, to wax Blakish a moment.

You might be relieved to hear that this is the last of this series on dashed love, although I do plan to run one more MTB song some time soon.