When I�m laying out cold, six feet down in a trench in the pissing rain, my coffin covered in soil, the song I want playing, so loud that it echoes across the vale of York, is �Be My Baby� by The Ronettes. It�s Phil Spector�s finest moment, featuring his wife Ronnie, who suffered years of torment at his hands. She loved him from the bottom of her heart, yet his love for her was obsessive, and painful � resulting in Ronnie being locked in her wardrobe for at least 3 hours a day. �So won�t you say you love me, I�ll make you so proud of me�, her voice carries longing, desperation, and hurt, yet the song is a pure pop moment.

It�s a track that sends shivers down my spine every time I hear it. My little silver 7inch copy has been played hundreds of times, yet it still holds the same power, and gets better every time I hear it. Sometimes I cry to it, I think of Ronnie and what she went through with Phil, the petty tyrant in his glued on toupee, desperately suffocating his beautiful young wife from the streets of the Bronx.

�Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you.
You know I will adore you 'til eternity.�

�Be My Baby� sounds as fresh now as it did in 1963, it�s my song, I�m proud to claim it; it�s the best thing I�ve ever heard. It�s been with me forever; a pure sparkling piece of pop heaven.

Megan Hall resides in Whitechapel but hails from nowhere town, Yorkshire. Crap previous jobs include chatline hostess, window dresser, dairy farm midwife, leather factory processor, and 24hour petrol station pump attendant. Megan's work can be spotted under various guises in Savage Kick#4, Scarecrow, Full Moon Empty Sports Bag, Straight From The Fridge, The Times, and Rising Poetry. Her favourite bedtime reads include Dan Fante, Niall Griffiths, Nelson Algren, Tony O�Neill, and Chuck Palahniuk To find out more check her blogsite here here or to read her story �Soul on Ice� on the showcase section of this site, click here

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