Its difficult to believe she was only 13 in this photo.
Cash walked her line
Now BLM makes her feel like a guilty white woman.
I’ve always loved Dolly Parton but her striding liberalism lately has made me love her even less. Coming out in support of Black Lives Matter lost her a lot of respect.
Its difficult to believe she was only 13 in this photo.
When I was a student at the University of Wisconsin I won tickets to a Dolly Parton concert at the Capital Theatre on State Street. This was Spring 1976 and the theatre, a relic of the 20’s was about to be demolished to build the first civic center, now integrated into the Overture Center. I think the seating area structure survived into the first civic center, but may have been demolished for the Overture Center. Not sure, but as we walked in to this tattered, old theatre there were signs of the demolition about to begin in the week following, Scaffolding, equipment here and there. The Piper Road Spring Band opened with bluegrass music. Dolly Parton was fantastic - really impressive. Afterwards she signed autographs and took photos with fans at the base of the stage. I took photos of my dorm neighbor standing next to Dolly, arm around her, with an excrement eating grin on his face. Dolly was packed into an airtight pink sequined jumpsuit-like outfit and she was sweet as pie.
I don’t care what Dolly has to say.......she’s a caricature.....nothing more, nothing less......
I don’t like her at all. She is a moral leftist.
Who cares?
Why are these articles appearing suddenly about Parton? Did she hire a new PR person?
Well, I just have to spill this, too. Dolly and I are the same age. When I was 12, my big time crush was Lloyd Price. I’m sure there were plenty of people in my family that didn’t realize that (If my father knew, he would have changed the channel every time Lloyd came on) but it didn’t matter. It never went away. He was so handsome (and to this day when I see one of his old promotional pictures, I get that bowling ball in the belly effect.) He had so much influence over my adult life. That’s the important part, so many things might have been different if I weren’t thinking about Lloyd Price.
I waited 35 years to see him, finally, at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. I had a serious talk with myself before I got there, because I knew he was the one who could break my heart. Turned out, though, I needn’t have worried about that. He was so kind, he was so smart, had (unlike so many others of his generation) no chip on his shoulder. I remember thinking “I really had good taste when I was 12”