memories that for no good reason stick around:
Standing in the heat with my mother to see Conway Twitty in Nashville at Fan Fair in the 80's.
It was some sort of record store that had been partitioned off for the lines of women with big hair to come and stand.
I don't know what I was expecting at age 10, but a sorta puffy and sweaty man wearing a jeweled western shirt was not it. He had crunchy puffy hair, like the kind that was achieved with Salon Selectives or other such scrunching spray of the era.
He had a fat gold marker and someone kept placing the color photographs in front of him and he would smile and scribble and say darling and thanks a lot and it was so freaky.
My mom sang his songs in the car as we drove back to Ohio.
I think I sang along too.
He was kinda pervy that one.
title post- The English Patient 1996
8 comments:
everything about the 80's seems pervy somehow
There was a "gentleman" who owned a certain roller skating rink up in Lancaster at one time... I was innocent as a young teen and I really liked him a lot... Of course looking back now, I realize that he really was, as Stephanie and I say- pervo!!! And yeah- that too was the 80's! WOW!!!
There was a "gentleman" who owned a certain roller skating rink up in Lancaster at one time... I was innocent as a young teen and I really liked him a lot... Of course looking back now, I realize that he really was, as Stephanie and I say- pervo!!! And yeah- that too was the 80's! WOW!!!
I had crunchy hair as well. Conway Twitty must have used Aussie Scrunch Spray and Mousse on his tresses, too.
Hey you!! What a great article in the Dispatch!!!
i love memories like that!
I'm sorry to hear that about Conway!
quite interesting post. I would love to follow you on twitter.
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