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Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield was a name I had heard growing up but never really checked out. Whether it was her classic cover of Classics IV's "Spooky" or her sound-tracking Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction ("Son of a Preacher Man") or that fact that she was a FM-staple with "Wishin' & Hopin'"... Dusty was always around in pop-culture. But it wasn't until I decided to start reading the 331⁄3 book series, which, the first entry in the series is about Dusty In Memphis that I really became aware of Dusty. Well... shucks... what can I say? After reading a whole book while simultaneously listening (& re-listening) to the album, it's safe to say I'm a Dusty Springfield fan... & it's easy to be one. Her voice is like smooth-silk... slick in all the right spots. Smokey... her voice could fit any style of song... so elegant... so beautiful... just so damn good! Sexy! Seductive! She's like the perfect bridge between the '50's-style-crooners & the '60's flower-power era- basically she is the bridge between the generation gaps between the Baby Boomers and The Greatest Generation... what the parents were listening to & what the kids were listening to... Dusty was & forever shall be both- ALL IN ONE. Classy, yet, trippy. Having said that, and I hate to say this, but other than her Dusty In London & the previously mentioned Dusty In Memphis albums, I'm basically a poser. I haven't worked my way through her discography like I should, I'm still a "Greatest Hits" fan. Having said that, I'm a fan none-the-less, and anyone with a set od ears knows why. Dusty is immortal. She's where it's at. Let me leave you with two of my favorites.
"You Don't Have to Say You Love Me"
"The Windmills of Your Mind"
It's...
Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield was a name I had heard growing up but never really checked out. Whether it was her classic cover of Classics IV's "Spooky" or her sound-tracking Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction ("Son of a Preacher Man") or that fact that she was a FM-staple with "Wishin' & Hopin'"... Dusty was always around in pop-culture. But it wasn't until I decided to start reading the 331⁄3 book series, which, the first entry in the series is about Dusty In Memphis that I really became aware of Dusty. Well... shucks... what can I say? After reading a whole book while simultaneously listening (& re-listening) to the album, it's safe to say I'm a Dusty Springfield fan... & it's easy to be one. Her voice is like smooth-silk... slick in all the right spots. Smokey... her voice could fit any style of song... so elegant... so beautiful... just so damn good! Sexy! Seductive! She's like the perfect bridge between the '50's-style-crooners & the '60's flower-power era- basically she is the bridge between the generation gaps between the Baby Boomers and The Greatest Generation... what the parents were listening to & what the kids were listening to... Dusty was & forever shall be both- ALL IN ONE. Classy, yet, trippy. Having said that, and I hate to say this, but other than her Dusty In London & the previously mentioned Dusty In Memphis albums, I'm basically a poser. I haven't worked my way through her discography like I should, I'm still a "Greatest Hits" fan. Having said that, I'm a fan none-the-less, and anyone with a set od ears knows why. Dusty is immortal. She's where it's at. Let me leave you with two of my favorites.
"You Don't Have to Say You Love Me"
"The Windmills of Your Mind"
It's...
Dusty Springfield
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