RIP, Ronnie Spector

I don't have to tell you why this hits hard, I hope. I've maybe been happy five times in my life the way I was happy that night in 1987, when I heard the first notes of "Be My Baby" as IACM came to its denouement. I actually slammed my hand-hard-against the back door to our house; we had our TV in the back room. I actually started jumping up and down and throwing my hands in the air.

Rest well, Ronnie.