No, I’m not. Not even a little.
But I like the song, and still think about it when the weather is like this
Plus Michelle Phillips. yeah, she was born in 44, which makes her- carry the nine- seven hundred and forty years old, but still eminently easy on the eyes. From a distance. With vaseline smeared on the lens. A lot of vaseline. OK, a jar.
Hey, shut up. Don’t tread on my fantasies. next thing you’ll be telling me Emma peel doesn’t look so good in leather anymore.
Lotta memories in this song. Biggest one: constantly humming it to myself while suffering walking pneumonia in Germany, during a slushy field exercise. Still shiver when I hear it.
Hunter
Alaska
The leather of Emma’s skin and face now go quite nicely with her outfits! (And is it wrong that Dad and I used to watch the Avengers, back in the day, our eyes never breaking lock with Mx Peel as she slinked across our old 20 in b&w television?)
Oh, yes. The song and Michelle…
She was 23 when this song came out.
I was 23 once…
Q
Grace Slick in that era turned my crank. Now she looks like Jabba.
Roger
I still haven’t got Emma out of my eyes of the scene of her going over the back of a couch and showing her panty crotch flash.
Still get wood,lo these many years later.
Born in ’44? She’s a youngster, Og.
Dog: Compared to you, Jesus is a punk.
But then, I’m not looking at you imagining what you’d look like in tight high top jeans in 1965.
Vanity Fair or one of the
similar magazines had a profile
of her a couple of years ago.
In her 60s, and still a very
attractive and enchanting woman.