The intro to “You’re My World” by Cilla Black consists of a string section going friiip, fri-frip, fri-frip, fri-frip, fri-friiiip, fri-frip, fri-frip, fri-frip before she starts singing. I always loved how the second time through the frips there’s a long one just a little different from the rest of them. Fascinating stuff for a kid.
On really cold mornings I would go to the front porch in my pajamas and sit just in front of the hot-air register with the back of my shirt bloused out to catch the heat that blew up from the basement. The grate that covered the hole actually got hot enough to melt crayons on, which quickly turned into one of my favorite activities. One morning, however, I put my Cilla Black record down close enough to the register that the very edge of the 45 melted a little and created a warp. From that day forward whenever I played it, the needle on the record player would hop a couple of times before settling in, and I didn’t get to hear the intro (my favorite part) anymore. Years later I bought a copy of some British Invasion compilation with “You’re My World” on it, the frips were back and (at least for 5 or so seconds) all was right with my world.
