What began last week as a remembrance of jukebox songs heard at North Texas evolved during the week into a search for other favorite songs, digging into the entrails of my computer.

And I made a remarkable discovery.

There’s a genie with extrasensory perception dwelling within either Google or YouTube.

The reason I know this is that, as I called up a tune and played it, other tunes appeared in a line along the side of the page and they were all favorites of mine. How did YouTube know?

Since I had watched the Four Seasons movie, I called up that Frankie Valli group and got the original quartet singing “Sherry Baby.”

Right there along side were the Righteous Brothers, singing “Unchained Melody.” I didn’t know who sang that, but I had always loved it.

From there, automatically, there appeared Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World.” Believe it or not, he popped up among the quartets.

Then came another choice, another, different, quartet. The Mamas and the Papas, singing “California Dreaming.”

Then the most remarkable of all popped up along of my computer screen.

“There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.”

If you are a fan of David Letterman, you know that when Jungle Jack Hanna appears on Dave’s program, bandleader Paul Schafer plays “The House of the Rising Sun.”

It is his perverse way of recognizing that the song was recorded, very memorably, by a group called The Animals. 

I listened to all of that, then looked at the list, and there were Simon and Garfunkel. My favorites in all the world.

So I heard “Bridge Over Troubled Water,” then “Sounds of Silence.”

The evening I got to go hear them in concert in Houston was, so far, the closest I have ever been to heaven.

Next, I saw an album cover for Robert Downey Jr. singing with Sting, believe it or not, on “I’ll Be Watching You.” “Every move you make, every step you take, I’ll be watching you.”

That’s the theme of stalkers everywhere.

Another weird combination, following right along, was Bruce Willis singing “Under the Boardwalk” with The Temptations, another of my favorites.

Then Barry White, of Ally McBeal fame, singing “My First, My Last, My Everything.”

The BeeGees, with “Stayin’ Alive.” Stevie Wonder singing “You Are the Sunshine of My Life” and Creedence Clearwater Revival, with “Bad Moon Rising.” What a combination.

The most beautiful song ever written, I think. Bread, singing, “If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?” I confess I looked that one up.

But popping up alongside were The Beatles, with everything you can imagine. And Elvis Presley, with more unimaginable treats.

More into modern times came Whitney Houston, with “I will always love you,” which I have always loved.

Then back to my teenage swooning years with Frank Sinatra. The first, the last, the everything.

Cathy Gillentine is a columnist for the Daily News and can be reached at cgillentine1@sbcglobal.net.

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