Tom Breihan over at Stereogum has been running a column about all the Number One songs on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart since its inception in 1958. (It’s great—you should check it out.) I decided to use each song as a writing prompt.
The specter of future ills
fills the clean notes with a grizzly
wall of dread—can we bear
the question of whether
we ever really know, know, know
anyone?