This is a 60s hit by British artist Jonathan king and it triggers quite a few memories in my mind. The first one is me playing it back when I was an internet radio DJ from 2011 to 2014; I never got to know it until I was composing the playlist for my radio broadcast in those days and it soon became one of my favourites. The second memory is me making my own version of it with my one-man-band in 2023; at that time, a friend of mine just died after fighting Leukemia; he also loved 60s music and I still don't know why, but doing this one made me think of him. I remember recording the sound of my washing machine centrifuging to then use that at the end of the song for replicating the sound of a rocket going to the moon. The third memory is me performing this song live that same year during my hiking holidays. They always plan this free podium on the last evening there and since someone brought along a digital piano, I felt like doing this song and reworked it a bit to better suit a piano only performance. I wasn't aware, but when I heard the playback of someone who recorded my live performance afterwards, I found that it sounded horrible: no emotion in my singing, singing quite out of tune, voice gliding all about ... And so right at that moment, I decided to never again doing some live performances anymore. Because, the fact that I didn't notice the horrible singing while I was doing the song made me realize the problem had to be my tinnitus preventing me from hearing what I needed to hear. But after all, this decision doesn't make me sad or something like that; I am glad to still be able to do some music with my one-man-band and, not to forget, to make up some melodies for this great music box called Muro Box.