We’ve had our share of A-listers waltz through our doors, but we just about peed ourselves when we spotted our favorite hit mistress, Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Famer and the original bad girl of rock, Ronnie Spector, scoping out the purse selection!
As accessible and unaffected as we could have hoped and expected, the former lead singer of the Ronettes—whose solo career has spanned four decades—gave us a lengthy and gracious chatting-up and we about lost it when she paid us a subsequent surprise visit next time she and her husband Jonathan swung through town (she lives in CT these days, and comes up to Vermont to vacation, bringing a little New-York-cool wherever she goes). It was a love-fest for sure.
Since some of her first recordings (made when she was only in her late teens and early 20s) are considered rock ‘n’ roll masterpieces, Ronnie is her own toughest act to follow, but her most recent full-length album, Last of the Rock Stars (2009)—which includes a sensational duet with the late Joey Ramone and killer collaborations with Kieth Richards, and the Ravonettes, absolutely slays. Give it a listen (and while you’re at it, her autobiography Be My Baby: How I Survived Mascara, Miniskirts, and Madness, is a white-hot page-turner). We got to see her live recently and we can unequivocally say, at 68 (!), Ronnie still rocks. Hard.












She’s the toast of Tokyo, the sweetheart of the silent movie set, and the darling of the old-time dance halls; hot swing, French ballads, early jazz, obscure novelty tunes, arcane Vitaphone numbers…no one does it better. Boomerang loves 

