Tommy DeVito, the swaggering guitarist who had taught them all how to look like they didn't care, had bet on a horse that didn't exist. Actually, he’d bet on a horse that did exist, but the bookie didn't. Long story short, a man named "Chuckles" (and nobody named Chuckles should ever be taken lightly) had given Tommy until Friday to produce forty thousand dollars.
"I didn't think you'd come," Tommy said, looking at the floor. members of the four seasons (band)
Bob wrote the lyrics on a napkin. He called it "December, 1963 (Oh What a Night)." Except the demo they cut that night wasn't about a December night. It was about a February one—in a cold garage, with four men who had forgotten how to be a band, remembering that they had never really stopped. Tommy DeVito, the swaggering guitarist who had taught