He told me not much had changed since the rose-coloured days our parents were kids. He used to always play the magician while I plucked shy daisies for the famous flower act. I had this dress the exact shade of back-porch lemonade and kisses fleeting as the sound of popped bubblegum. There was a season when we would spend evenings lying on the front lawn humming to sounds of Percy Faith breezing through the windows--but we soon realized it wasn't enough ass we grew up, got jobs, got married, got drunk, got kisses from strangers in the haze of smoke-filled rooms. It still wasn't enough.
--Oh, and the music is pretty good too.
This past season, Mad Men featured Sukiyaki (the only Japanese language song to ever hit the top of US sale charts; 1963):
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