Such a nice change from ‘Son of a Preacher Man’, which seems to be the only Dusty song anyone knows. And can we just say that not enough has been said about how gloriously strange Ms. Springfield was. The hair. The hands. The lashes. The staging.
We salute her being careful not to get our French manicures caught in our borrowed hair.
And in honour of the sublime Dusty Springfield's birthday... can we just talk hair? RuPaul's Drag Race has nothing to touch it!,