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A Garage Band Sayonara

Jack Bogan died last week, the last of the Whippets, a garage band big in a small way back in the Sixties. The Whippets had a following in Chicago and its suburbs. They played high school dances, holiday parties and graduations. Like other bands they believed they would fill Yankee Stadium. They practiced late at night entertaining friends and strangers and driving the neighbors nuts. Perhaps with the right break they would have made the charts, appeared on American Bandstand with Dick Clark, his hair perfect, praising them to the sky before bringing out the superstar. Lightning struck for a few, it’s true. But as it did for Jack last week the music finally died. Donal Mahoney

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