Sometime in 1989 or 1990 I was a first year law student. I would occasionally drive 2 hours to my cousin's suburban home in Morton Grove, IL, for some home cooking and face-time with my godson. My departure from Notre Dame those weekends sealed my persona as an outsider in law school. Nevertheless, I appreciated the escape (try living in a graduate dorm in the winter; it is the nadir of miseries). My little cherub nephew, a warm living room, a clean and readily available washer and dryer to do my laundry in peace. And HBO. My cousin had premium cable and I was able to be a couch potato for a couple days.
One night I was flipping channels in his living room and I came across an intimate performance pairing Carly Simon and then-hot newcomer Harry Connick, Jr. (who had just put out the When Harry Met Sally soundtrack). I watched what I could, perhaps the last 40 minutes or so, and found myself transfixed by Carly's beauty and talent. This song never left my memory; the clapping hands providing the timekeeping, and Harry on double-bass. The performance disappeared, evanescent, and I never saw it again. Until I searched for it and found it on YouTube today.* It is exactly as I remember it.
*In fact, I searched for it on the very same YouTube a few years ago, to no avail, so it's appearance, finally, is a nice turn of events.