Turner will be 70 in November, but even after two high-octane hours, backed by a supertight band including Seventies hitmaker John Miles, she spent Nutbush City Limits gyrating like a frisky puppy on a giant crane as it swooped her above the audience.
I have found my god … and here She is.
Course, I found her before, too. I wanted to be an Ikette soooo bad. Or if not an Ikette, then a Raylette. Course, the Raylettes have been switched out many a time, since I was a girl — you do not know how high-powered was “What’d I Say”, that was sex on the hoof ca. never you mind.
Gold lamé. That’s what I need, I’m goin’ to get me a gold lamé leotard thing with sparkles and golden high heels. Watch out!
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She’s the man. No. She’s the woman. Whatever. She’s diamond covered bittersweet chocolate melting slowly under your sheets. And that’s good.
what a cool comment … thanks!
it looks great here, zo. super classy. like tina for instance. gold lame would be fabulous… take pictures. x0x