The 20th Century Was Groovy 

The 20th century was groovy. If you weren’t there, you can still dream. But it’ll never be as good for you, as it was for me. You’ll look back at film and magazine layouts, with beautiful, feminine ladies, women you held the door open for. That was the 20th century. And it will never be that good again.
This is clearly not nostalgia, any more than gravity is nostalgia. It is fundamental to existence, though, like the sun, the moon, and the stars.

Watch Frank Sinatra sing—and listen closely—hear Count Basie swing, like a king. And you’ll say “It must have been damned good to be alive back then."

It was! Believe me!

Will there ever be another Elvis, another Fats Domino, James Brown, or The Beatles?
Likewise, cars will never be as cool. Those deep primary colors, nitrocellulose paint on cars and guitars.

Women and men with little in between.

Snakeskin boots and Ovaltine.

Play the blues and make it sing.

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing.

A hundred years from now, maybe even a thousand, some kid will sit down with a picture of Marilyn Monroe, staring intently, while listening to Miles Davis and wonder, "What it was really like? Could it have ever, really, been that groovy?"

Oh yes, it could!

Busta' Crab