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Hey Man, Anything You Can Wear I Can Wear Better. Like, I Can Wear Ponchos Much Better Than You.
In 1946 the smash hit musical Annie Get Your Gun opened on Broadway. Loosely based on the life of sharpshooter Annie Oakley, the show featured music and lyrics by Irving Berlin. The production opened on May 16, 1946 and ran through February 12, 1949, with a total of 1,147 performances.
In 1969 a new production opened off Broadway. Loosely based on the life of some freak chick named Ann, Annie Get Your Poncho featured "far out" music and lyrics by Jefferson Airplane. This mescaline-fueled production opened on May 17, 1969 and closed sometime around 3:00 pm on May 17, 1969, with a
total of one performance.
Posted by Mary on April 18, 2007 | Permalink
Comments
Hmm, do I hear Ennio Morricone playing in the background?
Definitely a case of "The Good, the Fad, and The Ugly."
Posted by: Jenn | Apr 18, 2007 12:37:39 PM
This looks a lot like the "bad girls" photo option available in one of those souvenir photo shops so popular at western tourist trap towns. Seeing as the other options are fancy saloon girl and pioneer matron, I can see where the poncho pose might get some takers.
Posted by: SageHen | Apr 18, 2007 12:47:36 PM
That [oncho needs some colour, dammit!
Of course, it'd probably be so drop-dead ugly that the only way it would look good is if you'd taken some of those pills that made Alice ten feet tall. Go ask the hookah-smoking caterpillar.
...Actually, those look like those big concentric circle rugs Grandma had in the dining room were shot and made into (dusty) clothes.
Posted by: James | Apr 18, 2007 3:15:16 PM
Is that Mrs. Emma Peel, going undercover for an assignment in the wild west?
I'm not so sure about the poncho, but I'd wear those boot-cut jeans - if I could squeeze my butt into them. They look like they might be stretchy, so maybe there's hope!
Posted by: | Apr 18, 2007 6:38:27 PM
I had a poncho like that in 2nd grade. Be happy this picture is in black & white - mine was green, yellow & orange (it was the 70s after all) and I LOVED it! The fringe on the bottom was the best part. I spent many a Sunday in church braiding them together so as to stay awake during mass.
Posted by: pittipat | Apr 18, 2007 6:49:39 PM
Those jeans appear to be spattered with mud.
Posted by: Ellie | Apr 18, 2007 6:58:15 PM
At least we hope that's mud. >_<
Posted by: EthanGilchrist | Apr 19, 2007 12:29:03 AM
Would that not be MS. Emma Peel? I used to SKIP Sunday services and go to the neighboring department store to buy fabric and steal notions...ahhh my black soul.
Posted by: Melissa | Apr 19, 2007 2:43:01 AM
It's Ms. Billy Jack!!
Posted by: barb | Apr 19, 2007 11:11:36 AM
Here I thought it was supposed to be inspired by "Hannie Calder," the first feminist Western. It starred Raquel Welch. She shot Jack Elam with the gun she kept hidden under her poncho.
Posted by: Old Enough to Remember | Apr 19, 2007 12:52:58 PM
Those of us "old enough to remember" (see above) can confirm that it was indeed MRS. Peel. MR. Peel was missing and presumed dead in some jungle somewhere. Her exit from the show was accomplished by his being found and their being reunited.
Posted by: cee | Apr 19, 2007 1:14:22 PM
It is Maud Adams, ubiquitous model of the late sixties and early 70s. She was Swedish and came somewhere between Twiggy and Christy Brinkley. The Cheryl Tiegs era I believe. She had a starring role in the first published book about "cellulite".
Posted by: bell N | Apr 19, 2007 6:48:47 PM
i've had moments close to this!
Posted by: tara bethune-leamen | Apr 25, 2007 12:49:08 AM
Now the proper answer to that title there would be;
"...no you can't"
Posted by: Jahunta | Apr 27, 2007 4:33:18 PM
