The first is a little tune that must come to you from the radio, maybe from one of those old transistor radios, and for me, every time I hear it, it's a blow to the heart. Like a sweet sadness. Like nostalgia, like a summer day, like a thousand things. And undoubtedly one of the things I love the most. I think I've already told you that I lost some friends just to hear it blasting all night...
Gram Parsons - Return Of The Grievous Angel
The second comes from the radio, practically every evening. And – I swear – even if I don’t have it, every time I hear it, it makes me feel good.
A Far Cry - Igor Stravinsky: Concerto in D Major for String Orchestra, II. Arioso & III. Rondo
I don't know, maybe the only common thread that connects the two listens is the radio. Or maybe that the other day, while chatting, it happened that both came to mind. At very little distance. Perhaps for no reason at all. Like it happens to you if you listen to the radio (and Nick Hornby can screw off!)