Because tonight they will Sing Along With Mitch.

Mitch Miller has died at the age of 99 after an illustrious and melodic career. Although Kerouac was only about an hour up 95 in Lowell, Mitch Miller was as beat as a suburban Rhode Island kid would ever see on her black and white TV.

We are so sophisticated now that it’s time for a post-ironic appreciation of musicians who walked the sharp line between conformity and cool, back when growing a goatee could get you unplugged, censored and silenced.

Rest in Peace, Mitch. Keep the boogy in the heavenly choir and find the sunny window where the cool cats hang out.