THE TRUE STORY OF TEMPTATIONS
Me and the Oldies, it's a story that's been going on since the world began. I love everything from the invention of rock to the blues, Tom Jones and the Ronettes.
When I lived in California, where I worked as a waitress in the morning and a marijuana distributor in the afternoon, I spent a lot of time in my beat-up car. It was an old-timer with a smashed-up interior that smelled of leather and cold tobacco. You didn't have to have been on a bender the night before to stand the smell.
Fortunately, in those days I didn't have the cocktail habit. And so this time spent making deliveries had to be as pleasant as possible, because when I found myself on the 405 or the 101, criss-crossing the city, it was better to be in good company.
The car, an old Honda in the color of Saint Amour, was fitted with a dying car radio. And yet, it was thanks to this radio that my life tipped over to the winning side of life. I'd found the station of my dreams. K-earth 101, broadcasting hit after hit to the delight of my ears. Thanks to this station, even when the going got tough, the tough got going. Because there was always something to marvel at, with the hits it chained together with a greediness that made me want to climb onto the roof of my moving car and surf on it.
You didn't expect such poetry, did you? I wasn't either. I surprise myself, and it's simply delicious. But let's get back to the birth and origin of the name of this model, which bears the name of one of my favorite bands.
And especially for one title. I'm talking about The Temptations. And the ultimate title for which I was founding, was created in 1964, and it's called My Girl. My Girl is like a mango with coconut rice, a Haribo Kipik, a chocolate-covered marshmallow teddy bear. Of course, everyone knows her, but it's always good to remind people of the existence of happy people whenever we can. And that's what I do.
By the way, I'd also recommend watching Howard Zieff's My Girl, starring Macaulay Culkin and 80's US comedy genius Dan Aykroyd. The kind of film that's missing from today's panorama. But let's not complain, and let's accept the nostalgia that feeds the tree of our feelings so well.