![]() ![]() “Tina Turner’s part Cherokee and so’s my Mom, so so am I.”īalenciaga’s Demna Reveals His Biggest Inspirationsīy 1966, there was more practiced flash. We went every Tuesday while they were in St. Pat’s dad picked us up and drove me home. When the men started playing again, Tina appeared for the second show. Tina disappeared and the men sat at card tables near the stage drinking with their blonde girlfriends. During their breaks the jukebox played again. When Ike started slow, ‘When the night was clear and the moon was yellow, and the leaves came tumbling down…’ by the time ba-da, ba-da, ba-doo ended, everybody was out on the floor. Everybody liked ‘A Fool in Love.’ ‘Staggerlee’ was my favorite. They would sing special songs when you asked them. Sometimes she was pregnant, singing with her stomach stuck out, stomping her high-heeled shoes with stiff legs. She always wore sparkling dresses and very high-heeled shoes with no backs and holes in the toes. Silkscreening the act through the dark years and into the fast ones, with even remembrances from Tina’s mother, or various of Phil Agee’s friends and fellow-worshippers. Tina Pie is a collection of the colorations of Ike and Tina’s romance and career, tawny browns and flashy reds and moanful yellows and hurtful blues. Louis, became such a fan that he has put out a book on them – for a seminar course in printing at Yale. Philip Agee, who was 17 when he first saw them in 1960 in St. I wore tight dresses and high heels, and I still moved, and that’s where the side-step came from.” I thought there was nobody like Ike, so I wanted to be like Ike. Before I fell in love with him I’d loved him. He was bow-legged and bow-hipped and when he moved from side to side, he had an effect he used to do with the guitar, and I used to do that, ’cause I idolized him so. Someone once called Tina “The female Mick Jagger.” In fact, to be more accurate, one should call Mick “The male Tina Turner.” After all, in 1960, Ike and Tina and the first of God knows how many Ikettes began doing their revue, and, as Tina tells it, “Ike used to move on stage. Atop the pile, a one-volume senior encyclopedia: The Sex Book. But the main line appears to be how-to’s, from Kahlil Gibran and astrology to a series of sharkskin suit-pocket hardbounds: How to Make a Killing in Real Estate, How to Legally Avoid Paying Taxes, and How to Scheme Your Way to Fortune. A couple of novels – Crichton’s Andromeda Strain Cheever’s Bullet Park. ![]() ![]() Tina’s not back – half an hour late – and now I’m down to the sunlit bookshelf in the corner. Another, larger one, Olympiad, with a small gold-plated angel holding a torch above her, hara-kiri: To Tina Turner. To the sweetest wife and mother, Tina Turnaer. And next to that, some trophies-a couple that the kids have earned, and a couple that Tina has earned. Above that, on the ceiling, is a large mirror in the shape of a jig-saw puzzle piece, and against one wall is a Zenith color TV, encased in an imitation ivory, whale-shaped cabinet.Įvery Awful Thing Trump Has Promised to Do in a Second TermĪtop a white upright piano complete with gooseneck mike, there’s the gold record – not “A Fool in Love,” or “It’s Gonna Work Out Fine,” or “I Idolize You,” but, rather, “Come Together,” the single on Liberty, their seventh or eighth label in ten years. Or, in the blue room, the blue couch, whose back turns into an arm that turns into a tentacle. Next to the waterfall there’s a red velvet sofa, designed around a coffee table in the shape of a bass guitar. But you cannot just plop down somewhere, adjust yourself, and be comfortable. Ike is asleep upstairs, and Tina is out with a son at football practice. ![]() Two trim young housekeepers stir around the kitchen dinner is cooking at 4p.m. The smell is eucalyptus leaves and wet rocks the sound is water, bubbling in one of several fish tanks and, over in the family room, splashing, programmed, is a waterfall. Next to him, the Bible, opened to Isaiah 42 – A New Song to the Lord. A thriller? The killer, honey…Īlso in the foyer, under the portrait, a small white bust of John F. Walk into what, from the outside, looks to be another well-paid, well-kept home in suburban Inglewood, California, and you’re hit: a huge, imperial oil painting of Ike and Tina Turner, dressed as if for a simple, private wedding, circa 1960, modest pompadour and formal mink. ![]()
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