About the song
Linda Ronstadt’s rendition of “Long, Long Time” on the television program *Playboy After Dark* in 1969 stands as a testament to her extraordinary vocal talent and timeless appeal. Recorded during the early stages of her career, this performance showcases a young Ronstadt brimming with raw energy and emotional depth, qualities that would define her as one of the most beloved singers of her generation.
“Long, Long Time” is a classic country ballad that explores themes of longing, regret, and the enduring power of love. Ronstadt’s interpretation of the song is both heartfelt and passionate, as she delivers the lyrics with a vulnerability that resonates deeply with listeners. Her voice, characterized by its rich timbre and expressive phrasing, effortlessly conveys the emotional weight of the song’s message.
The stripped-down arrangement of “Long, Long Time” on *Playboy After Dark* allows Ronstadt’s vocals to take center stage. Accompanied by a simple acoustic guitar, she delivers a performance that is both intimate and powerful. Her ability to connect with the song’s emotional core is evident in every note, as she infuses the lyrics with a sense of authenticity and sincerity.
In addition to her vocal prowess, Ronstadt’s stage presence is equally captivating. Her natural charisma and infectious smile draw the viewer in, making it impossible not to be enchanted by her performance. The combination of her powerful vocals and magnetic personality ensures that “Long, Long Time” remains a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences of all ages.
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Lyrics
Now’s the time, come of age, for the liberation
Namath fumbles, Jesus saves, playmate congregation
Sipping from the loving cup, see his Fall collection
Later one may tie you up, at your own discretionCome in, come in, come in
The crowd has begun to swell
There’s catfights, dim lights here
From the covers of Vogue and ElleCome on, come on, come on
Turn on your pleasure parts
Welcome, swingers, to Playboy after dark
(Uh!)Well, swapping wives, sharing livеs, have a dose of retro
Art brigadе, Peter Max, Hugo Montenegro
We’re dancing in the rumpus room (And Hef, he’s such a gas!)
In a smoking jacket, pipe, and highball glassCome in, come in, come in
A scene is awaiting you
See cocktail cowboys
And movie stars in the nude