Millard sent this over from Pleasantville and asked that I post it. I am not one to judge but it seems a tortured reminder of a squeaky clean america that probably never existed. Millard yearns for that letterman's sweater that he never received because he was busy washing big Moose's car or drinking grape Fanta with Jughead. But we all know the end of the story - the cheerleader is now fat and divorced and has the smell of cheap gin on her breath while the quarterback is planning on taking that long haul trucking course if he ever gets out of the state penitentiary and has the tattoos on his neck removed.
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Reminds me of the people in my sister-in-laws religious sect.
i dug it, kinda of a cleaned-up Wanda Jackson, who is the greatest...
You left out the part about this song staying at #1 on the Country charts longer, at 8 weeks, than any in history, sung as connie's DEBUT, coming out of total obscurity the year before, from a family of 14 children. Kinda makes your commentary a bit jejeune. You betcha!
I'm afraid I never heard of her before, actually. Seriously - kind of cute in the shy librarian kind of way. Skinny, but with thirteen brothers and sisters must have had a hell of a tussle over that last chicken leg.
Powerful voice, would have been great at R and B if she was from the other part of town. Noticed the polished backup band with that sweet pedal/lap steel guitar, Hawaii's contribution to Country Western, and those 'sweet' looking back up singers. She sure was glued to her mark, hadn't learned to move her body yet, but when they cued camera two she was right there turning into the camera. I also hadn't heard of her, wonder where she paid her dues to be so polished on a debut?
i think "farm fresh" is the phrase that best applies to her, such a beautiful girl..
well scrubbed...
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