Summertime. If you are a bit older, close to my age, you recognize this as a favorite song of many Americans. If you are a bit younger, you may never even have heard it. I could Google it to find out who wrote it and who first performed it, but I will leave that to any of you who might be interested. I do know one thing--it was not performed by anyone interested in doing a dance routine with or without a background of copacetic dancers doing their act in perfect synchronization and without a single difference from one dancer to the other and, you know what? The song was the thing we came to hear to have ourselves transported to whatever our minds might bring to the fore whenever we thought about what we would be doing in such a time, in such a place, and in such a manner as to always remember such whenever that song was performed by any of several oh-so-perfect crooners.
Do I like what I see on TV today when people who call themselves "singers" get up and sing (I guess they are singing--I don't see how, though. My thinking is you cannot do a gymnastic routine and come close to being able to sing all that well. In my opinion it's one or the other--not both.)
Am I right here? Who knows--certainly not I.
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