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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
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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
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