Okay, the first time I heard the jingle for Appleby's, I guess I thought it was cute. By the fifth time, I thought otherwise. And by the twentieth time, I was sick and tired of hearing it. Well, I guess it's not as though I need an additional reason to avoid Appleby's. The Post has an article today about the ad, the musicians who wrote and performed the song, and the licensing agency who rents out the rights to the song.
It's only The Turtles, after all. It's not as though Bob Dylan is licensing his songs to a lingerie company, or anything.
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