by Terry Atkinson Miss Peggy Lee was doing The Merv Griffin Show. In the greenroom, other guests waited their turns, along with Griffin staffers and publicists, all half-watching the taping on a monitor and half-talking among themselves. A couple of kids in jogging suits did warm-up stretches on the floor,[…]

by Les Tomkins Les Tomkins: There are two things I’d like to say to begin with, Peggy. Firstly, to be here talking with you fulfills a long-held ambition for me. Secondly, as far as I’m concerned, the show I’ve just enjoyed is the best I’ve ever heard from you –[…]

by J. D. Reed She has always been unique, ruling a musical territory as distinct as those of Lotte Lenya and Edith Piaf. So it is no surprise that Peggy Lee did not issue one of those regulation, 500-page aggrandizing confessionals called a celebrity autobiography. Instead, she brought her life[…]

by Jay Sharbutt New York – About five years ago, a blonde, smoky-voiced, famous singer from Jamestown, North Dakota, began her autobiography. Alas, she sighs, “it began to be so long and tedious and” – she chuckles – “grim.” “It occurred to me to take bits out of it and[…]

by Maurice Zolotow In her file of faded clippings there is a Life magazine layout, March 29, 1948. It is a moment frozen in time, and if she could have lasted in that place forever she would have been happy. The first page of three pages shows her leaning on[…]

by Benny Golson Following is an excerpt from a longer interview conducted by Les Tompkins with arranger/conductor Benny Golson. Yes, I’ve written for a wide variety of singers – each of them, and what they are trying to achieve, is a separate entity. Peggy Lee, say, doesn’t sound like Connie[…]