
I heard a song today,
by Ricky Nelson,
that is ripe to be covered
by a riot grrrl group,
if only there were any.
LastKissHear that bass and that skeletal drumbeat? And those squiggly background vocals? Sounds like 1992 to me.
Here's a prime example of that genre, a Blur song made grrrl:
There's No Other WayBut we are not a music blog (though this topic does fall under our subtle subtext of feminist propoganda), so let's come back to cinema. Because, though I'm fan of everything Ricky Nelson has ever done, from "Traveling Man" (a groupie anthem!) to the bitter "Garden Party" ("Yoko brought her walrus..."), my favorite song by Ricky Nelson is from the Howard Hawks epic indoor western, RIO BRAVO. It's a duet with Dean Martin, called
My
Rifle, My Pony, and Me.

Here's Dino. At The Nibbler, we prefer our men sweaty, sad, and downfallen. (Which reminds us, we will cover William Holden shortly.)