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Mod Honey Podcast: Showtime Love Mixtape, Side B

Listeners from effectually the world shared their teenage anthems. From Nat King Cole to One Direction, these are the songs that filled their boyish hearts with longing and passion.

Wednesday, Apr 13th, 2022

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Hi, Modern Love.

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Hey.

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Hello.

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Hi.

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I am Gonzalo. I'chiliad calling from Buenos Aires, Argentine republic.

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From Granby, Colorado.

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From New Bailiwick of jersey.

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Calling from Sydney, Australia.

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From Spain.

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Calcutta, India.

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Adept night.

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Good morning.

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Modern Love.

anna martin

From The New York Times, I'm Anna Martin, and this is the Modern Love podcast. In our kickoff episode of this season, we asked y'all a question. We asked: What's the vocal that taught you lot nigh love when you were a teen? And then many of yous responded.

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"I've Got a Feeling" from The Black Eyed Peas.

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"L-O-V-E."

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"When a Human Loves a Woman."

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"Tainted Love."

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"That Girl."

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"Tiny Vessels."

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"Bridge Over Troubled Water."

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My song is "Love Story" —

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"Dear John" past Taylor Swift.

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— past Taylor Swift.

anna martin

And then now it's our season finale. And earlier we become to our essay, nosotros want to share a few of your stories about love and music — and feelings, a lot of feelings.

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When I was 14, I wrote the lyrics to "Ghost" by The Indigo Girls on my Converse high tops. The song is this whole tortured look dorsum at a love that starts in adolescence. And I wanted so much to be destroyed like that. I wanted something huge and big that would just sweep me out of this tiny, modest conservative town that I was in, this love with a woman that would change my life so much. And there are lyrics about how this love starts like a pinprick to the center.

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(SINGING) Like a pinprick to my heart.

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And so the person is swept abroad and starts to drown.

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And I first to drown. And in that location'due south not —

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The immensity of it, fifty-fifty if it was loss and hurting, was so deeply alluring to me, and I wanted information technology so badly. Of course, having no thought how difficult and difficult and extremely excruciatingly painful bodily heartbreak would be years later, I loved information technology and then much. And I kept it and so shut and I nevertheless take those shoes.

ankit

Howdy, I'm Ankit. I am a sophomore at Amherst College in Amherst, Massachusetts. So when I was 16, I met a daughter. We went to unlike schools in different towns, but she got my Snapchat, and she started snapping me. And it was all day pretty much every mean solar day for at least a week. And one nighttime, she called me. I'grand in the nighttime in my chamber. My parents are, as far as I hoped, comatose downstairs.

So I kept my voice quiet. And we talked nigh our friends, our school, our lives. And she asked me what music I mind to. And I said what I was really listening to at the time, which was "Fight Music" past D-12.

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(RAPPING) This kind of music, use it, and you go amped to exercise this. Whenever you hear something and yous can't refuse it, it'south just —

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"Fight Music" is not a romantic vocal. But I sent information technology to her. And she sent me dorsum a video on Snapchat of her with her wired headphones in the dark similar me, nodding along to the whole song. And she was grin. I had never felt like this before, that this girl, she liked me for me. I didn't have to pretend.

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And I listened to that vocal on echo.

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On echo.

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On echo. Rewind, rewind, rewind on my tape deck.

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So my boyfriend fabricated me a record of "I'll Exist Missing You lot" by Puff Daddy and Faith Evans. And we agreed to play it in our Walkmans every forenoon at the same time.

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(SINGING) Every step I have.

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Equally lovesick teenagers, we only cared most the chorus lyrics. "Every step I take, every move I make."

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Every single twenty-four hours, every fourth dimension I pray, I'll be missing you.

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Nosotros adopted this song as our song.

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On repeat.

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On echo.

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On repeat. Rewind, rewind, rewind.

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Hey, I'm calling from Dublin. And my song is "Work Song" by Hozier. In the summer of 2015, I was working for a volunteer wildlife expedition. And it involved hiking over the mountains and camping in tents. And I was feeling very sorry for myself because I was away from my girlfriend. And "Work Song" is this really irksome, mournful love song.

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(SINGING) In that location's nothing sweeter than my baby.

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He'due south talking almost his dearest. He's pining for her.

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'Cause my infant's sugariness as tin can exist, she gives me toothaches just from kissing me.

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I was listening to that album on echo that summer. On one of the final weekends, I got simply blackout drunk with everyone else. And I fabricated a terrible mistake, and I slept with someone else, adulterous on my girlfriend. Working through information technology, we stayed together, but I really hurt her. And I realized years afterward, afterwards talking to people about it, that I didn't, strictly speaking, consent to what happened.

And equally much as there is a stigma well-nigh cheating and cheaters, there's as much about being victimized like that, I approximate. I find information technology quite difficult to say that when referring to myself. Seven years ago, I didn't have those words. I don't know. I still really feel something when I listen to that song. And I however bask it. You would think I wouldn't, merely I like listening to information technology nevertheless. Just it's very conflicting.

michael

Hey, I'm Michael. I'm calling from Brooklyn. And when I was 16, 17, I was dating this guy. And we really had this on-again, off-once again relationship. Every time I met him, I was over the moon. And so he did something terrible to me, and then he didn't call me, and I was just, I'm and then stupid. Like, why am I doing this to myself? And the song that I really felt that described my situation perfectly was "I Love the Way You Lie" past Rihanna, Part Two.

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(SINGING) Simply going to stand up there and watch me burn.

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I played that song on my speakers very loud.

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Because I similar the manner it hurts.

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And I would sing along because y'all need to scream. You need to cry. You need to go verbal with information technology. The lyrics, it's so — specially the span. Because Rihanna sings at that place, "Maybe I'm a masochist" and "I try to run, just I don't want to ever leave."

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So maybe I'thou a masochist. I try to run, but I don't want to e'er leave.

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At that place was such a vibrating feeling that was and so exciting, fifty-fifty though it was so wrong, or maybe because it was so wrong. And when yous're 16, you lot kind of want to exercise something wrong.

sarah

My name is Sarah. I'm calling from Ann Arbor, Michigan. It is the summer of 1996. I am running. I'm a camp counselor, northern Minnesota. I have just broken up with my boyfriend. He has cheated on me. Nosotros've written each other angry messages. And I'm running with my mom's yellow Sony Walkman. I am listening to Duran Duran, cassette single. "Ordinary Globe" on ane side.

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(SINGING) But I won't cry for yesterday. There'southward an ordinary world.

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"Come Undone" on the other.

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Who do you need?

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I am running. The tape is flipping, toggling back and forth. And I would but pound these roads, have all these feelings, just working out all these emotions I had around him. And and so back in loftier schoolhouse, fall of 1996, I think very vividly seeing him on the stairwell and just having this moment of, he looked at me and I looked at him, and in that location was this acquittance that we still had feelings.

And so it's December of 1996. We got too cold, and we ended up back in his bedchamber. He put on "Come Undone" by Duran Duran. Simon Le Bon is singing to us. As the music swells, Ben says from his bed, "Are you coming over hither?" We start kissing. And and then nosotros were together for a year subsequently that.

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Who exercise you lot love when y'all come up undone?

anna martin

A huge thank you to every single listener who sent in a story. Nosotros took all the songs that were submitted, and we pulled them together into this giant playlist that is peak to bottom full of bangers, like absolute bangers. And you can listen to that First Love Mixtape in all its celebrity at the link in our show notes.

OK, now nosotros're going from first romantic experiences — the very beginnings of beloved, to what happens when love comes to an cease. This week's essay is about a woman who decides, after more than than fifty years of marriage, that she wants a divorce. That'southward coming up.

Tina Welling was married for more than than 50 years. That'due south so long to be married. But after decades together, Tina knew she needed to be on her own. And here'south a big achievement — she and her husband actually managed to have a good divorce. Tina's essay is called "No Hearing Aids? Then No Marriage." It'due south read by Suzanne Toren.

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Who celebrates her 52nd wedding anniversary, and then six months later on, files for divorce? Me. My husband and I were in our 70s. Nosotros'd fabricated a life in Jackson, Wyoming. Our split was set up into motion one Saturday evening when he and I were out to dinner. I'd come up prepared to proceed the chat flowing because I knew that erstwhile joke, how tin you tell it's a married couple dining out? They accept nothing to say to each other.

The night had started well. We were dressed up and feeling specially pleased with our plans. And then it felt like a good time for me to ask, are you happy these days? What's important to you lately? My husband was happy, he reported. But I knew our lives held little togetherness, other than honey of our family and trading talk most our day. And talk was getting increasingly frustrating for u.s.a. because of my husband's difficulty in hearing.

For a couple of years, he had planned to sell his motorbike and use the money for hearing aids. But despite non riding it the past ii summers, he hadn't followed through. That night, I ran out of questions before our salads had even arrived. And I was dismayed with how many times I'd had to repeat myself so he could hear me. I finally said, "Which would you rather have: hearing aids or a motorbike?"

"A motorcycle, definitely." An reply I already knew, fifty-fifty if I'd been in denial near it. Simply I was surprised by what happened next.

An awareness rose within me that we had come to the end of this stage of our relationship. We'd completed our marriage.

My feeling was hard to observe words for because words weren't involved. No weighing of pros and cons, no statement, no anger, just the full-body sensation of: Oh, we're done. It choked me up.

I'd known this man since I was 17, a freshman in college wearing knee socks and plaid skirts. He was the mystery human on campus — an creative person, a sport parachute jumper, a few years older than my friends and me. The starting time place I'd seen him was in a dining room. While sitting at a tabular array with my girlfriends, I stared at his reflection in a window beyond the room. It took me a minute to realize that he was staring at me in the window'south reflection, likewise. Nosotros smiled at each other.

I remembered another eating house meal, dining in Florida with my parents, who at the time as well had been married more than 50 years. My female parent was quite deep into Alzheimer'southward disease. And yet, my father had rouged her cheeks and combed her hair for our evening out. I sat abreast my mother in the berth, my begetter across from us. He reached for my female parent's mitt and said, nosotros're partners, aren't we? My mother was incapable of responding, only I teared upwardly.

There was a truth in his remark that went far deeper than my father had intended. My mother had wanted my begetter's undivided attention more than anything else in life. And she never felt she'd received it. At present she received information technology from the moment he brushed her teeth in the morning time until he tucked her into bed at night. My begetter was afflicted and so deeply by my mother'due south condition that he freely wept and frequently hugged her and me.

Where he one time used to go out the room in a huff if I became emotional and thumped me on the back equally his way of demonstrating physical affection, he now overflowed with emotion and had no trouble showing it. So, yep, they were partners in spousal relationship. They helped each other in some mysterious way to each receive what completed them. This was my role model of what a marriage meant in its most mystical sense. Partners meant two people who shared the feel of becoming their full selves.

I had hope to hear from my husband an answer that would bond us. Instead, I got: "A motorcycle, definitely." Equally I sat beyond from him, poking around my food, I wondered if partnering was what I had experienced in my marriage. Over the years, I had matured, become a mother, an entrepreneur, a writer, all within the companionship of our relationship and with this homo'south support. In return, I had supported him artistically and in the small business we had run together, a retail shop at the base of the ski resort here. At present, we had completed all we were going to in the fashion of that exchange.

That evening, I didn't talk about my new understanding of the state of our union. I decided I would live with this new awareness as I watched my thoughts and emotions. I would talk to my husband nearly it on Wed.

On Tuesday, I called to brand an appointment with a lawyer because I knew if I couldn't practise that, I couldn't follow through at all. I called only earlier endmost time.

The function paralegal answered. "What would you like to discuss with the lawyer?" she said. Now I had to say "divorce" out loud. I stuttered.

"How long have yous been married?"

"52 years."

[GASPS] She gasped. My spirit had gasped with her.

Before Wednesday, I also had imagined what a caring and thoughtful separation might look like. Although we had completed the marriage role of our relationship, I intended to honor and beloved him until death do us part, and so I approached the bailiwick from that perspective.

Later, he and I sat together, his arm around my shoulders, my manus tucked into his, as nosotros worked out the practicalities. I suggested we continue our house and alive in information technology together. Nosotros both loved our home and neighborhood, then nosotros decided we would split the house into two apartments. Nosotros would call a contractor to make the necessary adjustments and separate the dishes and silverware.

Three years later, nosotros had split bedrooms, baths, kitchens, living spaces, studios, garden areas and porches. Ane of my friends called it an elegant solution. Information technology felt good to us. Once in a while, we walk our pups together along the Snake River. Occasionally, we get out to breakfast. Nosotros share newspapers and melons and celebrate birthdays and holidays.

More than than a friendly divorce, ours was a loving divorce. Liberated from the expectations, routines and baggage of marriage, we tin be friends. And if nosotros e'er need each other, all we have to do is walk next door and knock.

anna martin

This episode was produced by Julia Botero, Hans Buetow and Mahima Chablani. Our show is edited by Sara Sarasohn. This episode was mixed past Elisheba Ittoop. The Modern Love theme music is by Dan Powell. Original music by Hans Buetow and Dan Powell. Digital production by Mahima Chablani.

And a special cheers to Ryan Wegner at Audm and to all of our listeners who shared their stories and their songs and their time with u.s.a.. A big shout-out to Kate Mitchell, Ankit Sayed, Helen Coskeran, Michal Vanicek and Sara Molinaro.

Modern Love was founded by Dan Jones. Miya Lee is the editor of Modern Love projects. I'm Anna Martin. This is the final episode of the season. We're taking a little break, and and so we'll be dorsum in a few weeks with a brand new drove of stories. Until then, thanks for listening.

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What's the song that taught you lot most love every bit a teen?

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When we asked this question at the commencement of the season, the responses came pouring in. Nosotros heard from present-day teens streaming their anthems on repeat, and nosotros heard from listeners who have been with their partners for over 50 years. There were stories of jazz and rap, adrenaline rushes and loneliness, and many hard-won lessons in matters of the heart. ("Don't permit your friends choose your boyfriends," Amy from St. Louis said.)

On our flavour finale, we share more of these songs and stories. Then, nosotros fast-frontwards to an essay near the end of honey. After more fifty years of matrimony, Tina Welling decided that she wanted a divorce — a determination that turned out to exist liberating.

[You tin can listen this episode higher up, or on Apple tree Podcasts , Spotify , Stitcher , Amazon Music or wherever you get your podcasts.]

Cheers to all of the listeners who sent the states their teenage anthems. We've compiled them into ane glorious Spotify playlist. And beneath, you can find a selection of listeners' submissions in written class, edited for length and clarity:

High School Heartbreak

" Everybody Hurts " past R.Eastward.Grand.
I fabricated the decision to break up with my first young man, even though I really liked him, because information technology was causing a lot of tension at dwelling. I'm Indian American, and my father, particularly, did non corroborate of me having a boyfriend at age sixteen in high school. And my best friend also liked the same guy as me, and that was causing some tension between united states of america. I decided that it was just not worth all the problem at home and the fights, so I broke information technology off.

I didn't call up information technology would be hurtful to me, since I was the one breaking up with him. I knew that he was pain, merely I realized soon enough that I was hurting as well. And then, I approximate, in a breakup, everybody hurts. — Anonymous, 47, San Francisco

" Night Changes " by One Management
I only couldn't let become of my burning feelings for my ex-beau. At that time he was my deskmate, sitting just next to me — and so close to me that every time he accidentally touched my elbow, I would feel a rush of adrenaline racing through my veins. Hearing the lyrics, "Havin' no regrets is all that she really wants / Eye is beatin' loud and she doesn't want it to end," just fabricated me want him even more. — Nancy Fu, Red china

" Dear John " by Taylor Swift
I was at an orchestra rehearsal after school hours. The boy in another department, who I had a crush on, told me that he had a crush on my best friend. So I left rehearsal feeling absolutely gutted. Information technology had snowed a trivial fleck, and then when I got to where my car was parked — at the superlative of this colina, looking down at the school — the pinnacle was just covered with sparkling frost. I remember looking at the sparkling frost, standing in the cold and processing the sadness of this boy non liking me.

There's this line in the song that says, "I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town." And I felt like it was me. I was shining even in my sadness. — Sabrina, 28, New York City

Never Forgetting

" Girl " by The Beatles
After 55 years this vocal still makes me blue. And yes, I still love her, and no, she'due south not hither but with another man. As long as she'south happy I'm happy. She'll be 67 in a couple of weeks and I will transport her a dear song. — Claude, Quebec City

" Hannah Hunt " past Vampire Weekend
I was iii years younger than my brother, and he went to the University of Texas at Austin. When he went down for orientation, I went with my mom and friend and we stayed in Austin. I went to this record store called Waterloo Records and saw Vampire Weekend'due south newest record at that time ("Modern Vampires of the City") on white vinyl.

I jammed to that album all summer and into the fall. "Hannah Hunt" is a cute, haunting vocal about running abroad — and what teen doesn't desire to run away, especially for a run a risk at love? That autumn my brother actually passed away at the university, and that has played into the way I feel virtually the vocal. Information technology was a really hard period of my life, and I wanted to exist abroad. The song to me is non only virtually romantic dear, merely besides about my love for my brother — and the loss that I felt, all captured in that moment. — Rachel Shafer, 24, Washington, D.C.

" Happy Together " by The Turtles
When I was sixteen, this song kept me going and broke my centre at the same time. I was in honey with a boy who didn't love me. He was a year older than me, and he had a girlfriend. I sat at the lunch table that he sat at every day. He spoke to me on occasion, and on rare occasions shared some of the poems that he wrote. I kept my head together and behaved as if we were friends, but all the while I was dying inside.

I had a motion picture of him up on my bulletin board in my bedroom, and I would kiss it every nighttime. I would think virtually him constantly, and the Turtles' vocal spoke of that. I never did end up dating him. I notwithstanding call up about him from time to fourth dimension, and I've looked him upwardly and I withal believe that my love for him was real, and that we could have had a relationship. I've learned that love doesn't always work out and you don't always become what you desire. But as the Stones said: Sometimes you get what you need. Which I did. — K.B., 70, New York

Realizing Information technology's OK to Wait

" When I Fall in Honey " by Nat Male monarch Cole
I was a pretty quondam soul when I was sixteen. I idea it was cool to listen to jazz, and Nat King Cole was the become-to. When my parents got divorced, it made me want to think that when I brutal in love, it would be forever. — Hannah Gallagher, 23, Winter Park, Colo.

" Banana Pancakes " by Jack Johnson
I was on a double-decker for a school field trip, and this guy who was two years older than me — who was just the near athletic and virtually handsome guy, I thought at the time — was singing this vocal in a low vocalization to himself when it came on the bus. He knew all the words and I was thinking, "Oh my gosh, this is the sexiest matter I have ever experienced." I realized that'southward what I wanted — this deadening, Dominicus morning relationship where everything is so comfortable. — Liliane, 23, Flagstaff, Ariz.

" Crash Into Me " by Dave Matthews
I thought this was the perfect and only song to lose my virginity to. Throughout high school, I was always keeping my eye out for that special someone and I listened to this song constantly. Needless to say, it did non happen for me and so. Simply this vocal became an anthem of what I felt that love should be: It should be cute, it should be warm, information technology should exist passionate.

It wasn't until I was a senior in higher that I did lose my virginity, and funnily enough, it wasn't with someone that I was in dearest with. Information technology was with someone I dated for simply a short period of time. After it was over and he left, I listened to "Crash Into Me" by myself and it came total circle. This whole time I had been waiting for the perfect person, and the perfect moment, to lose my virginity to the perfect song. It felt similar I had waited for such a long time, but I had waited until I was prepare. It was most more special, because it was love, in whatsoever course that might be, on my ain terms. Ultimately I was just waiting to cull me. — Molly, 28, Brooklyn, N.Y.

Staying Together

" Yous Are the Sunshine of My Life " by Stevie Wonder
In September of 1972 I was asked on my first date, by Dean. The next month this song came out, and nosotros both fell in love with it. Information technology ended upwardly being our anthem. We used it at our wedding and at present we accept been married for 42 years. I never had another engagement. I never had another boyfriend. Stevie Wonder has always spoken to me almost beloved. — Jenny Fischer, 64, Glen Ellyn, Ill.

" Permit's Stay Together " by Al Dark-green
This was often played and sung during my sophomore year of high school (1972). In our multicultural high schoolhouse on Chicago's southeast side, hard hit by the woes of the steel mills, the song captured a moment of harmony across racial and indigenous lines at a time when we were learning of love between individuals among our generation.

Did we embrace the message fully? Fifty years later, would we all be singing together as a group, if reunited? Are any of those young couples still together? One can only promise. — J. Torres

" Tiny Vessels " past Death Cab for Cutie
This song — and the line "Yous are beautiful, but you don't mean a matter to me" — I retrieve crying my heart out to it in our local park, because I found out that my best friend had his beginning girlfriend. I suppose I learned that after years of our existence 'merely friends,' mayhap there was something more than mere platonic adoration. Fast forrard 12 years, and we're now married with two kids. — Laura, 36, Sydney, Australia

" Bridge Over Troubled H2o " by Simon and Garfunkel
When I was xvi, I vicious in beloved with the boy next door. Really he lived a few streets away, but on the other side of a creek that ran betwixt our houses. The creek was our secret place, where nosotros'd encounter each other after sneaking out at night. We'd sit down nether the stars and talk for hours, sharing our teenage malaise and whispering secret longings. We'd speak of our outrage over the Vietnam disharmonize that was killing our classmates. Nosotros both feared his approaching 18th birthday and the possibility that the war machine typhoon would send him to Vietnam, too.

I told him secrets that no i else knew. 1 night I told him the reasons I hated my stepfather and spoke of my dreams of a time I could leave abode and never have to meet him again.

On those nights we often talked almost music, and the bands we liked. I'd never known a boy whose love of music could lucifer mine. Just here he was, and he seemed to like me. "Bridge Over Troubled Water" appealed to my darkness and pain, a function of me that I believed no i understood. When I heard that song and the promises of love bridging dark, troubled waters, I felt known.

That young boy and I have grown onetime together. After 50 years we nevertheless love our music, and we continue to dearest each other well through life's transitions. We cling to this trace of time nosotros have remaining — time to walk together over troubled waters, safe in each other'south artillery. — Cheryle Champagne, 68, Florida

Hosted by: Anna Martin
Produced by: Hans Buetow, Julia Botero, Anna Martin and Mahima Chablani
Edited by: Sara Sarasohn
Executive Producer: Wendy Dorr
Engineered past: Elisheba Ittoop
Original Music: Hans Buetow and Dan Powell
Theme Music: Dan Powell
Essay by: Tina Welling
Read by: Suzanne Toren
Founder, Modern Love: Daniel Jones
Editor, Modern Love Projects: Miya Lee

Special thanks: Mahima Chablani, June Oh, Jeffrey Miranda, Renan Borelli, Julia Simon, Lisa Tobin, Sam Dolnick, and Ryan Wegner at Audm.

Thanks to so many listeners who shared their teenage songs and stories, including Kate Mitchell, Ankit Sayed, Helen Coskeran, Michal Vaníček and Sara Molinaro.

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