The Boy's favorite song for several years was "Tears of a Clown," by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. I can understand why - it's a catchy tune that is very well sung, vintage motown.
Tonight, we're watching the finale of American Idol (I know; it's my wife's fault). One of the guest singers was Smokey Robinson. I pointed him out to the Boy, who looks at the person who sang his favorite song, and says "He doesn't look like I thought he would. I expected him to look like a rock and roll singer."
He's still one of the singers whose songs I'll turn up to listen to.