by George T. Simon One Christmas Eve, after she’d finished work with Benny Goodman’s band, Peggy Lee went to a friend’s house, ostensibly to celebrate. And you know what the glamorous doll did? She spent a good part of the evening making a home recording of some blues lyrics she’d[…]

by Sinclair Traill Britain these past few weeks became a kind of haven for American vocalists. Although most of them were of the glamorous variety, we did hang out the welcome sign to two men, namely Bing Crosby and a blues man from Chicago, Jimmy Cotton. Bing didn’t sing, not[…]

by Leonard Feather Peggy Lee is an enigma to those who don’t know her well. Outwardly she has the trappings of the typical Hollywood star: a big, handsome home high up over Beverly Hills, an ornate Japanese-style garden, a maid, a secretary, a gardener… Regardless of these luxuries, Peggy is[…]

by Gene Handsaker Peggy Lee spun her latest recording on her turntable. Out came the familiar rich, warm voice pleading not of love or joy in living, but – soybeans! Specifically, Peggy’s pitch – after a vocal that she had composed – was this: “Hello, this is Peggy Lee. Do[…]

by Ren Grevatt Miss Talent – Peggy Lee, that is – was perched on the edge of the stage singing “Travelin’ Light” in her whisperingly provocative way when I walked into New York’s Basin Street East club. It was an afternoon rehearsal – the afternoon before her triumphant return engagement[…]

by Arthur Gelb The temperature was one degree above zero at 2 a.m. yesterday, but inside Basin Street East it was sizzling. The scheduled entertainment, provided by Peggy Lee, the singer, can heat up the room more than adequately, but early yesterday morning she had the impromptu assistance of Jimmy[…]