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Carie Thompson Photography |
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| Lady Lola
had the sweetest biggest voice anyone had ever heard on a tiny little thing
like herself. She was born into a life of comfort and fortunes and her
daddy, a well respected saxophone player, booked her at every hall and
theatre that had jazz.. She toured nationally all through her childhoodand
teens being a good little daddy's girl and just as prim and proper as you
have ever seen. But when her daddy was shot down in some old oil town
for whatever was in his pocket, the good girl turned bad. She took her
seductive voice and starting singing cheating and drinking and dying songs
in every bar and honkytonk from this side of the cattle trail to Mexico..
She was tough and bawdry and wasn't scared of anything. Men would walk
one hundred miles just to lay eyes upon her and hear her sing...and oh to
hear her sing...it would bring a man to his knees. But after awhile,
she got tired from all the traveling and rattlesnakes and settled her
traveling show into a one room saloon with an old piano. And oh how
she would sing and bring 'em in. But when four little innocent things
wandered into her establishment, she knew it was time to hit the road
herself....She joined the troupe and every night goes back to her jazz roots
but slings a little saloon in there for the hell of it too.. |
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Steve Harmon Photography |
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are a few of my favorite things: Ella
Fitzgerald, Billie Holliday, old Dixieland jazz, pearl necklaces, long satin
and velvet dresses, whiskey, juke joints and well dressed men. |
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