Friday, March 21, 2008

Just When I Thought...


...I had all things Lee and Nancy at my fingertips, I discover this. While the tune itself has been in my library for decades, I'd never seen this video of it. Wonderfully sedate production values, and the walking down the street is just spot on. However, I'd have Lee hop in the convertible with Junior in my version. Unless I was behind the wheel, and then it would be hard to decide which one I'd want to drive off with. For very different reasons with both.

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5 Comments:

At 5:50 AM, Blogger Dave said...

Thanks for posting three minutes and eight seconds of super awesomeness. Nancy made the biggest mistake of her life getting into that car.

I especially love Lee's little "if those cameras weren't here I'd pop you right in the mouth" look about halfway through. You couldn't get away with that kind of thing now, but hey, it was the sixties. We didn't know then that women were any good.

 
At 11:12 AM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

"We didn't know then that women were any good." Were you abusing women back in the sixties, Dave?

 
At 9:49 AM, Blogger rich bachelor said...

Good lord, that's what Sinatra the Younger looked like in those days? I only know him from that episode of 'The Sopranos' where he's playing poker, swilling Sambuca and being called "Chair-boy of the Board" by Tony.

 
At 10:04 AM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Rich - He's actually not bad looking back then. I would have jumped in the car with him if Lee weren't there.

 
At 11:39 AM, Blogger The Blue Elephant said...

Revealing that I am from the pre-Junk Thief generation, although I can enjoy the paradise of crap in a flea market, the sight of Nancy Sinatra reminds me that I wish someone would do a film or a book called SECOND GENERATION, about the odd creatures who are born to those suddenly pumped up by new wealth or new fame: Frank Sinatra's mother performed abortions; his early life was rough and urban. His children, as is only too apparent, grew up in a world where the nittygritty could not intrude (Much as I love artifice, I have changed my mind about thinking it would be great to grow up in Oz and never experience Kansas at all). The men who create great wealth are like Sam Walton, to the end, in work clothes, driving around in his old pick-up truck -- His children? Nothing but money on the brain, more cynical and mercenary than their father (and their children, in the THIRD GENERATION, will try to destroy one another as they fight for the money that they no longer have the talent or the will to create). For me, the only justification for Nancy Sinatra being known by the public is the use of her THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR WALKING in the background of the documentary THE ANDERSON PLATOON, following a real U.S. platoon in Vietnam as they trample the Vietnamese under their boots. But I just don't know how to have fun!

 

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