Donna Summer: Last Dance... and Gone
Holly Gleason, Rock's Backpages, 17 May 2012
IN THAT FLOOD of ebony hair, there was always that one gardenia. Floating on top of the satiny waves of almost-porn star mane, it spoke to things past, the moment of ripeness and the perfume that intoxicates. It was almost the same way with her music...
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