Pop: Satin, Silky, Sexy

They were sitting around at a rehearsal one night in 1967, the five of them, trying to think of ways to get their singing group off the ground. In wandered a young composer friend, who told them about a little song he had dashed off that afternoon in 20 minutes. It was all about a balloon ride. Just for kicks, they began working the song over. From the piano, the composer arranged it on the spot. "Billy, you do this line," he would say. "Marilyn, you sing this." It was fun, but as...

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