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This song is lifted directly from my Great 60s Pop blog to counter the malicious rumour spread about by Lisa Miller with her cover of same that it’s simply a dreary, insipid, polite radio-friendly, breathy (OH MY GOD!, hands to face) tune to drink overpriced coffee in Melbourne’s lanes to. The video to the original song, of course, features perhaps the greatest dance routine in the history of girl groups.
My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music.
The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena.
I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.
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