Wichita Lineman is playing in the elevator to cool. Of course, the cable has broken, and the car is rocketing down the shaft on the way to Beelzebub’s Lounge, but my points stands. Don’t forget to jump just before the car reaches the bottom.
Is Sergio Mendes the least cool hip person ever, or is he the least hip cool person extant, or what? Of course persons of a certain vintage never complain about Sergio’s records, because without them their parents would never have gotten jiggy in the first place and brought them into this benighted world.
Oh the chin strap beard; the corduroy coats; the polyester tunics on the willowy sorta-singers; a blast of pink Qiana shirt cuff as Sergio himself tinkles all over the piano; the grim, low-bidder hairdos.
Is that… it can’t be… It is! It’s a stairway to heaven in the background!
Which lets you know exactly where you’ve ended up.
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