by Rick Soll The whiteness of her room is excessive, hypnotic, vaguely disturbing. It is white without lightness, without wings. The lady on the bed is quiet, a papery presence whose movements flutter in the wind of drowsy words, whose every gesture seems meticulously ordered, consciously summoned. The eyes blink.[…]

by Gary Giddins Anita O’Day pounces onto the stage of Reno Sweeney in a flash of auburn. Sharp, tough, she swings into her theme, “Waves,” cuts it short, gets down to business. “Let’s play nightclub,” she says and her flannel voice paces “There Will Never Be Another You.” She allows[…]

by Jan Hodenfield She brings to mind, Miss Peggy Lee, Liz Taylor’s 40-carat diamond. On the afterthought of a stage at the Waldorf’s Empire Room, where she opened last Thursday evening to an audience in cocktail dresses and double-knit suits, in front of a 21-piece orchestra and backed by a[…]

by Len Epand Los Angeles – What do you do when Peggy Lee asks you to dinner? Well, if you’re Paul McCartney, you just don’t buy a bottle of rare champagne to show your appreciation. You sit at your piano and compose her a song. That’s what Paul did when[…]

by Joseph Roddy She still has the sensuously fragile voice, the flowing platinum hair, the beauty mark, the feline smile. But it is all packaged in such a sleek form these days that people are asking “Is that all there is to Peggy Lee?” Thanks to willpower and a weight-loss[…]

by David Taylor As is the custom in visiting celebrated chanteuses, we are invited to sit, wait, and show interest in the furnishings in order that we may straightway be obliged to stand up again and witness the party make an entrance. “If I can’t get it, I feel I[…]