Like Dan Leo, I was affected in a way by Ellie Greenwich's death this week that I didn't feel with other singer-songwriters who have died recently, most conspicuously Michael Jackson.
It wasn't hard to figure out why: Greenwich wrote much of the soundtrack of my youth.
Besides penning gorgeous songs with simple but deep sentiments and unforgettable melodies, she had some terrific collaborators and interpreters. And so we're going to be featuring lyrics from the Greenwich songbook in coming weeks.
After all, it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to.