Are Ya Ready, Boots? Start Talkin’!

White boot, black boot, thigh boot, jack boot. I’ll endure the snow, slush, and sub-freezing temperatures of Pittsburgh for the rest of my life, as long as I can wear my pavement-pounding, cockroach-killing, arch-destroying boots. It’s the thrill of fashion…and the Agony of De Feet. But I’m still standing. From whence do my sartorial obsessions spring? From rock-n-roll, where else! Forty-eight years ago this month Nancy Sinatra recorded her smash hit “These Boots are Made for Walkin.” With it’s slinky guitar strut and finger-pointing tough girl lyrics, it quickly became a favorite among my growing collection of 45s. What a way for a six-year-old to learn the fine art of insult and accusation!

Fanny: Four Fab Femmes Who Rocked!

When the name of your band conjures up images of either (1) the human arse, (2) a vaudeville star named Brice, (3) a protagonist from an 18th century erotic novel by John Cleland, or (4) a character from a recurring ‘Playboy’ comic strip, you might have a bit of a problem being taken seriously. I’m referring to a mostly forgotten early ’70s band named Fanny. The thing is, they were taken seriously — at least for a while. They signed a major record deal, scored two top 40 hits, appeared on TV variety shows, and toured the U.S. with the big arena acts of the day — before fading into footnotes. David Bowie once said, “Revivify Fanny. And I will feel that my work is done.” So, Mr. Bowie, here’s my contribution.

Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby?

The Rolling Stones’ 1966 release, “Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing in the Shadow?” isn’t a song normally thought of as a Mother’s Day tribute tune. Nor was it intended as such. Its ambiguous lyrics hint that mom’s doing something of a shadowy nature. Mick Jagger sings the narcissistic lyric, “tell me a story about how you adore me.” Shouldn’t that line be the other way around? Okay, so although this is definitely NOT a song you’d want to include on your mix-tape for Mother’s Day, it does serve as a reminder: have YOU seen your mother lately, baby? Today let’s take a look at the women who gave life to some famous entertainers.

Goldie and the Gingerbreads: Rock’s First All-Female Guitar Band

They didn’t ride motorcycles through the halls of L.A.’s legendary Hyatt House, pay hotel doormen to smuggle hot groupies into their rooms, or smash pricey guitars to smithereens during performances. In fact, they didn’t pull any of the typical stunts made famous by the male rock pioneers of the 1960s and ’70s. Yet, they were trailblazers nonetheless. I’m talking about the mostly forgotten women of the early electric bands, who proved you didn’t need testosterone to have talent. They wielded Strats, hammered Ludwigs, went on tour, signed record deals…and then just faded into footnotes. Now maybe, had they become obscenely rich, spoiled rotten by record executives, and bored shitless from endless touring, they might have developed the rock star habit of tossing TVs out of hotel windows. Maybe. But we’ll never know. Here’s the first in a series of articles showcasing the electric girl groups you’ve probably never heard of.

Who’s the Vainest of Them All?

When it comes to the mating habits of female rock singers, today’s divas ain’t got nothin’ on Carly Simon. Taylor Swift may date and dump a dime-a-dozen variety of pop-boys simply to fuel her songwriting, but it’s mere kid stuff compared to Carly’s affairs. By the time she released her second album, “No Secrets,” in late 1972, she had liaised with Cat Stevens, Mick Jagger, Kris Kristofferson and future husband James Taylor – all bona fide artists. Many were hot for the sexy Simon, but the burning question of her career remains unanswered: just who IS she referring to in her career-defining song, “You’re So Vain,” which topped the charts 42 years ago this month?