Some songs cycle through occasionally and are left in my master playlist primarily for the nostalgia. Macarthur Park is one of these. The version I listen to is a commercial release which will forever remind me of a little known version in my private collection.
A few moons ago while I was attending high school in Illinois, the band director coordinated having the various school bands record an album. So yes, officially I am a recording artist. Among the songs we played was Macarthur Park.
If one listens to the song closely, there is a quiet flute trill. Maybe it was supposed to be there. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe my friend, Sue, and I were bad and added one just for the heck of it. The memory is hazy.
It’s a fun memory. Thank you Mr. Jordahl.