I still remember the first time I heard this song back in the ’60s, sitting by the radio on a quiet evening. Connie’s voice had a way of reaching straight into the heart, and when she sang “Where the Boys Are,” it felt like she was telling a story I already knew. The tenderness, the honesty—it was everything pop music of that era stood for. Even now, decades later, that song takes me back to simpler times, when every lyric felt like a piece of my own life.
