When I was a kid my neighbor had an 8-track of the Grass Roots’ greatest hits, which were endless. Or, endless insomuch as long as the literal tape would run, I suppose. It was a shock years later when I found out they weren’t actually a group, but rather a studio creation like many of the bubblegum hits of the jour I still love to this jour.
Side note: that neighbor’s father once duct-taped my mouth shut to shut me up during a NASCAR race on tv. How fucking awful is that? Seriously, making a kid sit through a fucking NASCAR race? Where there NO child abuse laws back then?!??
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