We regularly dream that we are members of a Motown girl group. Most usually, we dream that we are in The Supremes -- graceful, demure, elegant.
Occasionally, we dream that we belong to the somewhat earthier, yet girlishly innocent Marvelettes.
Last night, for the first time, we had a disturbing dream that we were down-and-dirty Vandellas. As Muscato pointed out recently, them girls were one stocking-run away from being Ikettes.
Moving further down the Motown food chain, could we wind up a member of The Velvelettes?
Or, perhaps, even The Andantes?
It's a long way from The Copacabana back to the chitlin' circuit.