Friday, August 3, 2012

Call Me, Keeks. We'll Talk

My memories of my hair and fashion choices, circa 1974, make me remember myself as a frumpy dork.



I see now that I was simply prepared to step into the Kiki Dee Band, should the need arise.

"Feel funky, feel good, gonna tell ya I'm in the neighborhood."  Bitches.

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  1. well, color me embarrassed....I had no idea she sang this song.

    I, sadly, only know (knew?) her from that Elton John duet...which, by the way, I tore up at karaoke a few weeks ago...as Kiki, natch.

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  2. oh my, mr. what's the use keyboard player.

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    1. Thinking "Maybe that last pig tranquilizer was no such a good idea."

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    2. Y'know, I was wondering if he was treated for insomnia by Michael Jackson's doctor. . .

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  3. the fact that you did not join the kiki band is what kept them out of the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame. They should have seen your talent from the next zip code. And kabuki knows you made frumpy HOT HOT HOT!!
    ps. never liked her

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  4. When she sang Star back in the 80s, she was singing it for you!


    1974! I was a mere twinkle in my daddy's eye.

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  5. At that time, frumpy meant you were wearing clothing from the "Nellie Oleson-Little House on The Prairie" collection. I can't see you wearing that. Whether or not you wore your hair in sausage curls. No matter what hair you may have worn in sausage curls.

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  6. Round brush and mousse? We've all been there.

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