Monday, November 17, 2008

'Dusty in Memphis'

Dusty Springfield, without looking at her, oozes sex.

This album, for example, is essentially about lovemaking. Whether behind a church or in the morning.
She just has the sultriness in her voice mixed with the lyrics and pretty soon you're rubbing up against desks and walls.

I should listen to less Dusty Springfield.

Or listen while looking at her picture. Yikes.

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