The first Byrds album was one of the greatest things ever. But this song always seemed to me to be the best of the best, an all-time top ten, everything a pop song is supposed to be — beautiful, simple, classically structured, sad but shining through the sadness. It has been part of the fundamental architecture of my brain for a really long time. God knows when I first heard it, probably on the radio as a really little kid. But as I think about it, my first conscious recollection of hearing this song is on a dusty big-hole 45 that belonged to the big sister of my friend across the street — I’d guess age 11 or 12 (circa 1975). The musical legacy of the period 1965-67 (pre-hippie era) was the peak of American Rock and Pop Music, both famous and obscure. So today I was pleased to run across this video here of “Feel a Whole Lot Better”. The video, for all its poor quality, is an artifact which capture that mid-60s youthfulness and energy and innocence and cool — featuring a tall, dashing young Gene Clarke on vocals, with tambourine, of course.