My high school years were revisited on Saturday evening. I laughed, I cried, I clapped my hands over my head and I did the hand jive. It was emotionally cathartic. "I Walked Like A Man," and lept to my feet "Woo Hooing" with the rest of the grandparents. If you weren't a teenager in the 60's you simply can't understand what a fantastic evening this was to everyone of us who experienced this music first hand.
My darling man looked at me bemusedly and said,"But it's not really Frankie Valli." It was as close as I am going to get.
Here's a clip of the real Franki Valli, forty seven years later he can still wind up the crowd. I get a kick out of the fact that these "4 seasons" weren't even born in '63.