We were munching our burgers in Johnny Rockets this evening when the dancing waiters and waitresses started having a good time to the Four Tops' I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch.) It turns out that neither Fifi nor Fafa is familar with the song, although they were obviously grooving along listening to it. Who wouldn't have been?
It occurred to me, and I had a good time explaining to them, that my childhood growing up with this kind of music was extraordinarily privileged compared to their own sadly deprived versions. Can there possibly have been a better time musically for a child to grow up in than the 60's? I don't think so.
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