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Movin' With Nancy

Movin' With Nancy is described, on the back of the sleeve as having been "from the Television Special". Wikipedia provides more background: "Movin' with Nancy was a television special featuring Nancy Sinatra in a series of musical vignettes featuring herself and other artists [...] originally broadcast on [...] December 11, 1967". Moreover, it was "unlike most musical programs of its time, with the numbers lip-synced outdoors on locations instead of the usual stage-bound production filmed before a live audience."

Nancy's guests include Lee Hazlewood, Dean Martin and "a very close relative", i.e. Frank Sinatra, though he's not named anywhere on the sleeve or labels. Five of the twelve tracks are Hazlewood compositions, and he joins the star on two duets: 'Some Velvet Morning' and 'Jackson'. Nancy & Dean duet on 'Things'. We're not treated to 'Somethin' Stupid' - Frank instead sings 'Younger Than Springtime' solo.

My copy is a UK repress dating back to '68. I think I may have bought it from the chap who has the market stall outside Shire Hall in Monmouth. I'd been idly looking for a copy of Nancy & Lee for some time and it seemed like a good stopgap. Nancy's oeuvre is out toward the cheesier edge of my musical taste, and I'm not always in the mood for it, but sometimes it hits the spot.

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