Let's see: Dusty was gay, was a cutter (she cut herself on her arms hence rarely were her arms bare), hated her legs (hence the long gowns and rarely performed in slacks), loved big stringy arrangements, died young and had troubles with substances shall we say?
Well, hell. Ho-hum. Who wasn't, didn't and hasn't?
What I would like to see is Dusty being accepted by the US Motown acts as an equal (she sometimes sang as a Vandella with 'Martha Reeves and the...' off-stage on a mike and the audience never knew) and promoting the groups like mad in the UK. So many of the early R+B-soul acts have praised Dusty for opening international frontiers for them. And she did this basically by herself at least until others caught on.
Can't you see a bottle-blonde English girl of Irish lineage singing back-up for Heat Wave and Quicksand wearing a gown at 10:00 a.m. in full drag make-up? That's entertainment!
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--Carrie Fisher