Connie Francis, 50s and 60s pop songstress extraordinaire, died Wednesday. She was 87.
I started paying attention to her in the
80s, because the power she put behind the lyrics and melodies was truly
amazing. Like Donna
Summer, the woman had an astounding
set of pipes and she was far better than much of her material.
Francis’ career took a dive after she was raped in a Howard
Johnson motel room in 1974; she spent years recovering physically and mentally
from the attack. She was “rediscovered” in recent months by TikTokers, and she
was still performing on the circuit. The lady really had class.
In choosing which of her iconic renditions
I should post for today’s earworm, “Who’s Sorry Now?” seemed to me appropriate,
given that the Kleptocrat is desperately trying to deflect attention from the
Epstein files—to the point that he’s chiding his conspiracy loon followers with
the same pejoratives he usually reserves for soldiers killed in action.
Life comes at you fast, eh?
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