How hard up are you Nancy Sinatra-Lee Hazelwood collectors for something cool to show off at your next gathering of rock nerd friends or to spin on your college radio show? Granted, this rant is a good 20 years overdue, dating back to the time when we all started feeling warm and fuzzy about this stuff, but it’s gone on too long. Suddenly, the joke’s on us. Let’s review the supposed “greatness” of these collaborations.

The groovy camp appeal of “These Boots Are Made for Walking” is undeniable. The tune is pretty cool. Nancy’s looking good. Women feel empowered. And all that jazz. An unforgettable treat.

Certainly, I get the hipster, so-bad-it’s-great appeal of “Some Velvet Morning”. When we first discovered this song in the ’80s and cool bands started covering it, this was the appeal, right? It’s like a musical equivalent of Mandom. Honestly, though, beyond the giggle factor of of this song and the associated images of these two clowns, what’s there to dig? Isn’t this kind of stuff best left to the French, who excelled at making melodramatic, semi-lame, semi-laughable, semi-groovy ’60s pop music? Plus, those French women were much hotter than Nancy. Sorry, Frank.