The spirits speak to us in dreams
During a wonderful Father's Day siesta, I dreamed about this song.
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Comments (5)
Yeah...but did you do The Freddie in your sleep?
Posted by Frank Dufay | June 17, 2007 6:59 PM
It wasn't Freddie, it was Herman!
Some people...
Posted by Jack Bog | June 18, 2007 11:07 AM
I wonder what Dr. Malfi would say? Hmmm.
Posted by Molly | June 18, 2007 6:36 PM
Freddie and the Dreamers, Herman's Hermits...all part of that same goofy Britsh "invasion" that had me speaking with a hint of a British accent in junior high...and getting thick wooden heels on my Buster Brown's to mimic the Dave Clark 5. (Who I KNEW would be bigger than the Beatles...)
Glad all over, Jack.
Posted by Frank Dufay | June 18, 2007 7:51 PM
Thanks, Jack. That stupid song has been going through my head all afternoon.
Posted by Auggie | June 18, 2007 7:58 PM