No one has their own identity like the Ronettes did back in the day.
My honeymoon night was spent on the floor in the bathroom with my mother.
Stage performing is a dying art form.
We had the skirts with the slits up the side, sort of tough, sort of Spanish Harlem cool, but sweet too.
So don't get me wrong, I love my songs, and I still love hearing them. That's history, baby.
But, you know, the Stones were my opening act in the Sixties. I loved those British guys, the way they just stood there and shook their hair.