by Peter Clayton Peggy Lee has one of those rare voices you can reach out and touch. What your nerve ends encounter is a sugared almond, or one of those huge, egg-shaped pebbles you find only at the eastern end of Chesil Bank. Cool, smooth but not shiny, and instantly[…]

by Peter Fiddick Britain has produced no one like Peggy Lee. Nor, for that matter, has it yet produced anyone much like Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan, Sinatra, Dean Martin, Crosby, that whole durable generation of singers, some of whom are verging on their fourth decade in the business but whose[…]

by Judy Klemesrud Here is what there is: Miss Peggy Lee slinks into the living room of her Waldorf Towers suite, wearing a pair of turquoise silk movie star pajamas. Her blonde hair tumbles down past her shoulders now, and her figure is plump – but womanly. A youngish Mae[…]

by Ernest Leogrande Some people have got upset over the fact that Peggy Lee’s latest hit, “Is That All There Is?,” is an uncredited musical version of a Thomas Mann story, “Disillusionment.” You’d think that she and the song’s lyricist, Jerry Leiber, had been caught shoplifting at the Metropolitan Museum.[…]

by Leonard Feather Educational television sometimes has a tendency to examine music from a viewpoint slightly too scientific for comfort, as if the performers were under a microscope rather than a microphone. For this and other reasons, the NET special devoted to Peggy Lee and seen on many stations this[…]

by Amy Lee Peggy Lee came into the sitting room of her Waldorf Towers suite in flowered pajamas, her blond-blond hair parted in the middle and tied in two pigtails with fat white cotton cord. It was the same beautiful face belonging to the sophisticated singer of “Fever,” “Hallelujah, I[…]