“Time of the Season” by the Zombies
I am in a small room in the basement of McDonel Hall on a Saturday morning. I am the only one around, spinning records as a disc jockey at one of Michigan State University’s dormitory radio stations. My dorm, Abbott, did not have its own station, so I would walk to McDonel.
Whenever I hear “Time of the Seasons” by the Zombies, I am whisked back to 1968 and my sophomore year at MSU and my time as a deejay. Such a tumultuous year -- Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy assassinated, the 1968 police riot in Chicago, the Vietnam war, civil rights protests and on and on.
Perhaps I remember that Saturday morning in the empty basement of a dorm hall because of its peace. Peace amid all the tumult. Spinning a record about love.
“Tell it to me slowly, tell you what I really want to know
“It’s the time of the season for loving.”