It's still not cool, Barbara.
I sit here at my desk, bored and lonely in my empty office, and I contemplate my own personal history. And the burning question all this soul searching leaves me?
Why the fuck do I know so much about the Mandrell sisters?
Seriously.
I want you all to understand that this is not knowledge I deliberately sought. This was forced upon me. My formative years were spent at the television mercy of my father, whose taste ran exclusively to sports, Hee Haw, Austin City Limits, sports, sports, sports and Hee Haw. And so. I know Irlene was the dumb one who couldn’t sing. Louise was one with the White Rain endorsement deal. Her shiny hair did not conceal her resentment of Barbara, who was country when country wasn’t cool. Louise channeled this aggression by becoming an expert marksman.
This trip down memory lane was brought to you by Sunsweet Prunes and the Made in America label.
That is the most hilarious fan site I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen some. This woman has made it her life’s work to stalk the Mandrells, individually and collectively. Some of this prose is just delicious:
"If there was an ideal citizen to follow Ms. Mandrell would be such."
"The drums, vibes and autoharp become clay in her hands in which she molds to whatever style she chooses with ease."
"If Irlene's beauty comes in a bottle sign me up."
"There were commercials made of Louise on stage playing the fiddle like the Devil broke loose in Georgia but her hair stayed gorgeous. Convincingly so, that I still use White Rain today, unfortunately it has done nothing for my fiddle playing."
Why the fuck do I know so much about the Mandrell sisters?
Seriously.
I want you all to understand that this is not knowledge I deliberately sought. This was forced upon me. My formative years were spent at the television mercy of my father, whose taste ran exclusively to sports, Hee Haw, Austin City Limits, sports, sports, sports and Hee Haw. And so. I know Irlene was the dumb one who couldn’t sing. Louise was one with the White Rain endorsement deal. Her shiny hair did not conceal her resentment of Barbara, who was country when country wasn’t cool. Louise channeled this aggression by becoming an expert marksman.
This trip down memory lane was brought to you by Sunsweet Prunes and the Made in America label.
That is the most hilarious fan site I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen some. This woman has made it her life’s work to stalk the Mandrells, individually and collectively. Some of this prose is just delicious:
"If there was an ideal citizen to follow Ms. Mandrell would be such."
"The drums, vibes and autoharp become clay in her hands in which she molds to whatever style she chooses with ease."
"If Irlene's beauty comes in a bottle sign me up."
"There were commercials made of Louise on stage playing the fiddle like the Devil broke loose in Georgia but her hair stayed gorgeous. Convincingly so, that I still use White Rain today, unfortunately it has done nothing for my fiddle playing."