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The Nineteen Fifties
was the ultimate in bridging points. Ladies were Ladies and Gentlemen
Gentlemen, but the threshholds were occasionally being crossed, with
the suave Dean Martin and the velvet Nat king Cole being joined at the
forefront of popular music by the raucus sound of Bill Haley and the
lustful gyrating of Elvis Presley. Everything still had an air of respectability,
but the seeds of rebellion had been sown, and the clean cut images were
in stark contrast to the new sound of Rock and Roll that began to permeate
society and so apall the previous generation. Yet the concept that everything
was sweetness and light prior to this is a blinkered one to say the
least.
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We have always been
attracted to danger, and while our public leanings were toward the upright
and the upstanding, and our heroes and pinups were the likes of Gary
Cooper and Olivia D'Haviland, we really wanted Errol Flynn and Rita
Hayworth, and the rulebreaking, disgraceful behaviour they represented.
And while by todays standards, the musical rulebreaking that manifested
itself in Haley and Presley were reletively naive and innocent, they
represented a step in a direction and on a road from which there would
be no turning back. The Bad Boys were coming, and so was their music,
and while the Bad Girls weren't singing yet, they were certainly dancing
to it.
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