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Thanks for a great single, sir |
Bobby Sherman, a teen idol from the 1960's, passed away today at the age of eighty-one after a battle with cancer. I wrote about his song "Julie Do Ya Love Me?" (reached #5 on the Billboard Hot 100--with a bullet!) in Jukebox, Vol. CCCX.
I note this not because of the significance of his passing (which certainly means something to his family, his fans, and those his EMT training helped), though it's dawned on me lately writing an obit for any artists featured on Friday Night Jukebox would be the least I could do considering all they've done for me (sure I've missed a few in the past, but it won't happen again). No, I'm writing about his death because this country is seriously fucked up right now and it's hard to find much to smile about...but when I played his song this afternoon after hearing of his passing I was positively beaming.
And in times like these, I'll take any joy I can get. Just another in a long line of reasons why devoting so much of my life to music has paid off again and again.
Thank you, Mr. Sherman.
Reprise:
Fuck Donald Trump
Peace,
emaycee
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