If he had hair
he’d tear it out.
Hour nine, she records
the same syllable again,
again, again. She makes her art
one syllable at a time and it
hurts to watch. He can’t hear a hair
of difference between sounds, it’s one tick
of the clock against another.
Dusty Springfield sings live It Ain’t All Honey and It Ain’t All Jam (1967)Requested by [x]
Dusty Springfield shopping for fashion accessories in Japan, 1967.
“It’s a funny thing with my name: when I see it written or hear it spoken I feel disassociated, it’s almost like another person.”
Dusty Springfield (16 April 1939 – 2 March 1999)
Dusty Springfield’s makeup routine, AKA the lost gospel