RIP Burt Bacharach

 

Weekends when I was a kid often included spinning this 1971 album from composer Burt Bacharach, who at the time was married to actress Angie Dickinson (Police Woman). It was full of immaculately produced adult contempo -- two featured in the record's cover lines -- and wonderful orchestral works. 

This particular song's sweet suburban swing captured my imagination and sent me to the dictionary to find out what a "grip" was. (Those Hal David lyrics!)  I love the way it builds from the piano under Bacharach's "passable" crooning to strings and horns and that subtle tap on the snare at the end. He was the maestro.

I may have been the only guy in my college dorm who had this record in his collection.

RIP, Mr. Bacharach.