American Top 40's 1970s rebroadcast sent me straight down the time warp, playing "Julie Do You Love Me" by Bobby Sherman. I'm not sure I'm admitting at this time that I had the single back in '71 or so until my little friends explained that this wasn't cool and I gave it to Cindy around the block. I wish I could say that my little friends were wrong, but upon relistening I find that that cat really couldn't sing. It's a great, great record still, but almost totally in spite of the haircut at the microphone. I kind of wish I hadn't heard it so I could keep my illusions.
Regardless, he was a legitimate phenomenon. I remember that the girl I had a crush on in 4th grade, whose name was Kimberly (isn't it always?), did a twirling routine to "In Seattle." Forty-odd years on, here I am still remembering. (I'm going to go ahead and keep believing that that was a good song if it's all the same to you.:))
Anyway, the power of Bobby is still manifest. He's so awesome that he blew out the tubes or something at AT40. When I got back in the car after my walk this morning, the '70s had suddenly ended and AT40 from the '80s, which usually runs Sunday evenings, had taken its place. Quite a jump from Junior Walker and the All Stars (the record which had come on after Bobby and thus could legitimately be construed as the guilty party in the tubes-blowing) to "Hot in the City" by Billy Idol. Not that he has any connection to haircuts who can't sing.
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