'You ask four guys how it happened, you get four different versions. But this is where all of 'em start. A thousand years ago. Eisenhower. Rocky Marciano. And a few guys under a streetlamp, singing somebody else's latest hit.'
'Of course, certain individuals aren't crazy about living in a state where you have to drive to a landfill next to a dump next to a turnpike to cheer for a team that's from New York anyway. So, it's only natural to want something better.'
'I dropped out of high school to tour with 'Short Shorts', I shared a bus with Chuck Berry, Sam Cooke, the Everly Brothers, Jackie Wilson. But I never heard a voice like Frankie Valli's. After eight bars, I know I need to write for this voice.'
'That was it. Two takes on a Sunday afternoon. And then the whole world exploded...'
'Our people were the guys who shipped overseas... and their sweethearts. They were the factory workers, the truck drivers. The pretty girl with circles under her eyes behind the counter at the diner. They're the ones who really got us, who pushed us over the top.'
'Our stuff's all over. Radio, movies, commercials even. Look, I don't wanna seem – you know– ubiquitous – but let's face it: we put Jersey on the map.'
'You sell a hundred million records. See how you handle it.'
'I'm from the old school.You come up together, that's a promise, and it's like iron. You don't forget where you come from.
'I remember when Sherry came out. The boy I was going with at the time would sing
that song so much. All the time. I ended up breaking up with him.
I got jealous. My
name is Joanie.'
'These guys – these guys weren't just singing catchy tunes… these guys were singing for
me. Well, not actually me, but kind of for me. I mean, this girl broke my heart and my Dad told
me to "Be a man" about it. I told him the song is Walk Like a Man. He didn't know what I was
talking about –
but Frankie and the Four Seasons did.'
I don't have any fonder memories than cranking Dawn in my convertible over and over and
over again outside my girlfriend's… my EX girlfriend's house. My ex-girlfriend, Dawn.
I think she got the message. At least the rest of the neighborhood did.
'I had a whole collection of these records. My kids got me a CD player this year. They still don't get it.'
'These guys were so sharp back in the day.
You look at bands today and they all look like idiots'
'Fifteen minutes? He wrote this in fifteen minutes?
It takes me that long to make a grocery list...'
'Four Seasons. Four voices. Four decades.
What more can you say?'
'Maybe they're not THE greatest. Maybe they're not YOUR greatest. But these guys are still MY greatest – and that's what music is right? Personal.'
