Two things happened in my late 60s childhood. My mother won Herb Alpert’s Greatest Hits in a radio call-in competition and The Champions aired on TV. Thus began my obsession with being a spy (and Bionic) and with Casino Royale (1967).
The air is gently perfumed with the scent of Jet Set. Ice cubes clink provocatively. The rug is shag pile. Life is cool. … More A Splotch AND A Blotch – The Music of The Blob