Ah, her chin. Just the way she held it – defiant, confident, with Attitude before
everyone had Attitude.
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| Anne & Elvis: Doppelganging |
If energy
alone could convey sexual allure, then it would look like Ann-Margret.
She had it... The body – hard but curvaceous, the hair long and electric. The voice, either
soft sensual or direct and laughing with an invitation to roll.
You could
cover her in paint (The Swinger) or beans (Tommy) and it only enhanced what was
obscured.
Ann-Margret
met her match with Elvis Presley, two of them so ridiculously alike that there
was a doppelganger effect tripping along the XX/XY chromosome axis.
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| Always on the move |
And when it
wasn’t hip to entertain U.S. troops in Vietnam, she went anyway, shaking for
boys – just farm boys dazed by fear and heat.
Always
ambitious, so eager to confront challenge with an inviting grin
- more hip than hippy chicks - empowered by her untethered spirit.
That day she left Elvis’ funeral, head up, keening overcome by forward thrust, to be alone
in the desert on a Harley thundering toward Viva Las Vegas. For years ago
she discovered that only movement itself could calm such a restless soul.