On A Winter Night…
By Mitch Berg
…in the winter of 1980, on an evening where the air was cold and dry enough to tickle your nose a little, not a lot different from this one, I asked a girl to come out on the floor near the end of the high school dance, for one of the slow songs.
And to my shock, she said yes.
And you could smell the heating in that old high school building, and the smell of a whole bunch of high school kids – flop sweats, cheap booze, cheaper cologne, and anticipation, as we – well, I – stumbled awkwardly out onto the floor.
And the band counted four, and they started into a pretty faithful cover of this song:
And for four minutes, the world felt perfect.
