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Saturday, July 08, 2006

Shake

There was a time when "Good Lovin' " was like the national anthem of cover bands. They called it blue-eyed soul. Bunch of italian kids from Joisey listening to Otis Redding records and blasting it back out like a fire hose. They eschewed a bass player for Felix Cavaliere's left hand and a sort of male cheerleader routine. They certainly are making enough noise to make up for it. The first rule of public performance is that you need to give people a compelling reason to look at you. I don't see this as a problem here.

You need to get your hands on a car that's got no roof, and put on the Young Rascals and drive to the beach today.



It occurred to my wife that there's no way that drummer would escape being drugged with Ritalin nowadays.

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