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Thursday, March 29, 2007

Lipstick on Your Collar

While trying to find a good song on XM Radio, I stumbled across a little gem, "Lipstick on Your Collar," by Connie Francis. Connie is a true legend. I find numerous aspects of her history fascinating: that her father wanted her to learn to play the accordion so she could teach others and not have to be dependent on a man for income; that she was the most successful female recording artist of the 1960s; and that what she thought would be her final recording ended up launching her to stardom. That song, of course, is "Who's Sorry Now" from 1957. Without Connie, there could be no Madonna, let alone some of today's lesser singers such as Gwen Stefani and Kelly Clarkson. In any event, "Lipstick on Your Collar" tells the story of how the singer, presumably Connie herself, discovers lipstick on the collar of her boyfriend at a record hop. The lipstick on the cad's collar is red, and Connie's is baby pink. Mary Jane, Connie's best friend, returns to the record hop with her lipstick "all a mess." Turns out that Mary Jane was smooching Connie's man, and Connie is none too pleased about it. She dumps the man, which is good because someone as wonderful as Connie doesn't need a man to be fabulous.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

love the last line... you, too, honey don't need no man to be fabulous. you are fab no matter what.


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