There are indeed good musical artists these days, however, none stir my soul or being as those of days long past.
There is no equal with Frank, Dean, Nat, The King, The Killer, Marvin, Patsy, Jim Reeves (I could go on and on) and how could romance be explained any better than slow dancing at the sock hop after a basketball game to the Temps singing "My Girl"?
I'm just sayin'.
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