Jack should've won for Aldrich's "Attack!," an underrated film full of Oscar-worthy performances.

"I saw What You Did" sounds like the dark sister of "The World of Henry Orient," a more benevolent tale of barely pubescent girls pursuing a man of inappropriate years. The teengirl folie a deux probably reached its apogee in "Heavenly Creatures."

I remember when "Rumble" hit AM radio. It was a defining moment in my young life. I felt its visceral power and for the first time I understood that sex and menace can be packed into a few chords and a few minutes of guitar play. Well, I figured a lot of that out later, after the testosterone kicked in, but even at 10 I felt the power. In lter years, when I learned about Link's life, I understood a bit of where all that came from.

So much of our love for this music comes from the where and when of it. For me, it's "Dock of the Bay." It's 1968 and you're a raggedy-ass GI sitting in a tacky bar in a shitass army town in the south and from the jukebox there comes Otis, singing of sitting there wasting time and you know exactly what he's saying because you're all too aware of your young life being frittered away by forces you can't even begin to comprehend.