And my father!-oh, my father! evil is it with his daughter, when his grey hairs are not remembered because of the golden locks of youth!
We met each other in junior high back in the '60s. Motown was in its heyday then. So we were no different than most groups in that we wanted to be like the Miracles, the Four Tops and the Temptations. But my brother Scotty and I had grown up listening to groups like the Four Freshmen. Our father was a big jazz enthusiast, too. So what you hear today is an amalgamation of all that.