It was 1972 or so when I remember the song took the world by storm. I was ten years old and the song was ubiquitous. People with plaintiff expressions would open their windows and the song would be blaring from their radios. Everyone was crying. It was as if O'Sullivan had sprayed the world with a drug that induced a torrent of tears.
He became rich off that song. Everyone I know loves the song, but feels guilty for liking it. To turn cathartic self-pity into an all-consuming religion that no one wants to fess up to. What a genius.