The Doc Pomus/Mort Shuman classic, "Save The Last Dance For Me," is hallowed ground.
The Drifters' version is all we need. It's perfect.
Yet, the Harry Nilsson/John Lennon version from the oft-maligned 1974 release "Pussy Cats," never fails to buckle my knees and tremble my lips.
Buckling and trembling. That's what it's all about.
John Lennon had a lot...or nothing... on his mind during the "lost weekend," but from the sound of "Pussy Cats," Phil Spector was hanging around his pons...somewhere. Say what you will about the material and the approach, not to mention the early signs of Harry Nilsson's fatiguing vocals, but "Pussy Cats" has more than a few classics, including "Don't Forget Me" and a Plastic Ono Band-inspired "Many Rivers To Cross." Yet, it is "Save The Last Dance For Me" that packs the biggest wallop. I think it's simply gorgeous.
Ben. E. King sings the bittersweet lyrics over a hopeful cha-cha. But Harry Nilsson pleads his case over a desperate march.
My kinda guy.