but the memory of someone buried deep in the silt of the soul, a musician who was popular back in the day, replaced by stars of today, screaming or purring into state-of-the-art hardware, enhanced by state-of-the-art software and streamed through earphones the size of a finger-nail......
So yes, Leslie Gore was a heroine of our time, singing her guts out into an early 'sixties microphone, hair in a lacquered bouffant, a heart and soul of rock 'n' roll and voice, and yes, a burning and yearning young woman of her time, as the drum-roll of mid-twentieth century feminism was about to begin.
"It's My Party And I Can Cry If I Want To" and more tellingly "You Don't Own Me" which, amazingly, sounded radical at the time!! We were harnessed to pointy bras that would show something tempting, but oh Lord not too much sweetie, or you're a tramp. Skirts, matching high heels, just-so hair and smile, like you don't have period cramps or are late on your homework and your best friend has a crush on your boyfriend.
When Leslie Gore's death hit the news, it hit this early boomer in the solar plexus: my age and now dead. She who was part of who we really were back then and a harbinger of what we would or could become.
1963 version of "You Don't Own Me", demure at about 17:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QEqLTbEXy0
and 1964, this time standing up, not as shy, eyes flashing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDUjeR01wnU
and for a varied picture gallery, giving you most of the hairdos of the '60s:
http://www.metrolyrics.com/lesley-gore-pictures.html
