Carole King's Tapestry (which of course everyone in the world owns) reminds me of the summer of 1971. I was living alone and spent lonely days while my boyfriend at the time had gone back home to Chicago. I played it over and over, and now when I hear it, it still brings a hurtful memory. "Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore, it would be so fine to see your face at my door..." I would wait every day for the mail hoping I would get a letter from him.