Vince, looking at this couldn't be more right. And remember: you, too, shall either be 70 one day or dead.
Hal, given our history, you no doubt surmised that I reviewed all the associated Nancy Sinatra vids prior to making the gut-wrenching decision to post this one; and I thank you for making the list available to the readership. I chose "Boots" because it offered the best visuals. (The Owner's Manual readership strikes me as given to playful motion [think of little children watching colorful things frolic about.] Surely your humble hostess can be thusly described.)
As for Nancy and the gang: Girls, I love your hair, I love your outfits and I love the way you chicks move.
"I just found me a brand new box of matches, and what he knows you ain't had time to learn."
I went to high school with these kinda girls, they were greaser chicks, more specifically "racks".
They wore black leather coats, chewed gum and smoked simultaneously, stared unanbashedly at whatever interested them, and I often risked being jumped by greasers to hit on them.
They in turn, risked being ostracized by their hood friends for riding in the hippy kid's Simca 1204 GT, the only car in the parking lot with FWD and radials. I'd rock it through the curves of Big Creek Parkway with the New Riders of the Purple Sage and CSNY cranked on the eight track to loosen up their britches, and they'd laugh and yell "Shit!" and spit out their gum and grab the handle on the dash board, and deep inside they knew the greaser's cast iron hulks and Tiger Paw bias ply's couldn't move them like that.
And Sugar Town. Listen to how tight the arrangement is for a pop song. On the way to Monterey, American pop was seamlessly blending Mersey Beat with the horn styles of Hugh Masekela, Herb Alpert and Doc Severensin. '67 was a badass year.
My favorite dancer is the buxom blond in pink to Nancy's right. Ebullient. Jiggly. Sturdy.
sigh.
There were rumblings that Nancy's career was in great part due to her father.
@Vince--Just watched Casablanca for the umpteenth time. Were Ingrid Bergman still alive, she'd be 95. She's not alive, so I shudder to think what she looks like now. Nevertheless, I still enjoy looking at, and fantaszing about, her as she was in 1942. Thank God for film.
O'Brien, I knew it would be this photo, you clearly are taken with Yul's jewels. Every time I see it here on the Owner's Manual, it reminds me of the article published some years back about infamous student gaffes in submitted primary school term papers, to wit: "In 1492, Christopher Columbus circumcised the globe with a 100 foot clipper."
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I am Mezmerized - the 7 year-old says it's just disturbing.
she is 70 this year. looking at this is just wrong.
Of course, any Nancy Sinatra fan will fondly remember these masterpieces with Lee Hazelwood:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQiDs9tKZv4 - Summer Wine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGfD2j9M1dA - Sand
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIPvGpFJ0v0& - Sundown Sundown
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gbadg5BAb1E& - Some Velvet Morning
Also, Lee Hazelwood actually wrote the song for Nancy.
This is an early version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn9habJ823k
And this is a video for the song made in 2007, and it's simply called "Boots," that has the original melody.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lF92wFRvo-U&
R.I.P. Lee Hazelwood 1929-2007
Vince, looking at this couldn't be more right. And remember: you, too, shall either be 70 one day or dead.
Hal, given our history, you no doubt surmised that I reviewed all the associated Nancy Sinatra vids prior to making the gut-wrenching decision to post this one; and I thank you for making the list available to the readership. I chose "Boots" because it offered the best visuals. (The Owner's Manual readership strikes me as given to playful motion [think of little children watching colorful things frolic about.] Surely your humble hostess can be thusly described.)
As for Nancy and the gang: Girls, I love your hair, I love your outfits and I love the way you chicks move.
Down.
Christ you're in a preachy mood today. All I was thinking was that they looked hot. And were I to act as I was thinking I would break her.
Sure. Seventy is getting up there but so what? I think Helen Mirin is almost that age and I lust for her.
"I just found me a brand new box of matches, and what he knows you ain't had time to learn."
I went to high school with these kinda girls, they were greaser chicks, more specifically "racks".
They wore black leather coats, chewed gum and smoked simultaneously, stared unanbashedly at whatever interested them, and I often risked being jumped by greasers to hit on them.
They in turn, risked being ostracized by their hood friends for riding in the hippy kid's Simca 1204 GT, the only car in the parking lot with FWD and radials. I'd rock it through the curves of Big Creek Parkway with the New Riders of the Purple Sage and CSNY cranked on the eight track to loosen up their britches, and they'd laugh and yell "Shit!" and spit out their gum and grab the handle on the dash board, and deep inside they knew the greaser's cast iron hulks and Tiger Paw bias ply's couldn't move them like that.
Gotta say, Nancy couldn't hold a candle to Dusty Springfield. Whose real last name, interestingly, was O'Brien.
the peak of Western civilization... it was all downhill after this.
strangely, no one has mentioned her cover of Bang Bang, which was the opening to Kill Bill.
And Sugar Town. Listen to how tight the arrangement is for a pop song. On the way to Monterey, American pop was seamlessly blending Mersey Beat with the horn styles of Hugh Masekela, Herb Alpert and Doc Severensin. '67 was a badass year.
My favorite dancer is the buxom blond in pink to Nancy's right.
Ebullient. Jiggly. Sturdy.
sigh.
There were rumblings that Nancy's career was in great part due to her father.
Yeah, so what of it? Shove off, mook.
@Vince--Just watched Casablanca for the umpteenth time. Were Ingrid Bergman still alive, she'd be 95. She's not alive, so I shudder to think what she looks like now. Nevertheless, I still enjoy looking at, and fantaszing about, her as she was in 1942. Thank God for film.
Um, dead or not, Yul Brynner still makes me weak in the knees.
O'Brien, I knew it would be this photo, you clearly are taken with Yul's jewels.
Every time I see it here on the Owner's Manual, it reminds me of the article published some years back about infamous student gaffes in submitted primary school term papers, to wit:
"In 1492, Christopher Columbus circumcised the globe with a 100 foot clipper."
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