"Anyway, it all happened during that magical summer of 1985. A maturing Joe Piscopo had left SNL to conquer Hollywood. People Express introduced a generation of hicks to plane travel. And I was in a barbershop quartet."

"Barbershop? That ain't been popular since aught six, dagnabbit."

"Bart, what did I tell you about talking like a grizzled 1890s prospector?"

"Consarnit."

"Anyway, rock and roll had become stagnant. Achy Breaky Heart was still seven years away. Something had to fill the void. And that something was barbershop."