If there was one year I could move to and live in all my life, it would be 1957. The height of the rock and roll era, where a good number of the archetypes we associate with the 50s were at their strongest.

Now, I could have chosen to feature Elvis this year, given this was the year Jailhouse Rock came out, but I decided against it. Buddy Holly died tragically only two years later, and I have songs planned for both of those years. Elvis will have to wait 'till the 60s.

In the meantime, here's Peggy Sue. A fairly unique-sounding song, if you ask me.