Johnny and the Hurricanes "s/t"

 

(Warwick, 1959) While I understand the "Otis, my man!" Animal House fantasy of being cool with the soul men on the beach party circuit, to me actually being at the party with these honking sax white boys with weird jackets and ties playing ranks only two notches below being at the party Rodney Dangerfield presides over in an 80s movie (though well above the Uncle Buck-crashed teen party).