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I'm not sure when or where I first heard the Lovin' Spoonful's Daydream, sometime in the mid-1960s no doubt. The song caught my attention at a time when any song with a whistling coda seemed to appeal to me. I was at the time myself a daydreaming schoolboy. I remember the John Sebastian song being played around the house at various intervals, bringing a spark of joy to an otherwise black and white suburban kitchen sink drama known as real life in the West Riding of Yorkshire in the mid Sixties and the single was probably brought into the house by my hippie sister, when all her boyfriends seemed to look like flower children and smelt of Petula oil.