by George Hoefer Peggy Lee’s combination of talents tends to keep her identification dilemmatic. She has been too successful in several areas to win acceptance in the jazz world, and not quite commercial enough to attain the pinnacle of fame awarded to lesser stars by an undiscriminating public. Musically, she’s[…]

author unknown Peggy Lee’s fame as a composer, lyricist and actress rivals her reputation as a chanteuse. And much as she enjoys singing, she isn’t at all sure that she wouldn’t rather have billing as: “Words and Music by Peggy Lee,” than to be known as one of the foremost[…]

by Steve Race A year ago, one glance at the Top Twenty record list was enough to depress any reasonably musical person for the rest of the day. Now things are changing, though none of the experts seems able to agree on the reason for, or even the direction of,[…]

by Don Bailer Draw up your chairs, chillun, and we will now discuss Peggy Lee’s fever. Actually, she has two of them. One is going up, one is going down. One is on a record, the other is on a chart.. I can tell by the look on your faces[…]

by Silvana Mangano When you wake up in the morning, And try to skitter out of sight, I wish you’d let me tell you That you look precisely right. Just because your hair is standing, Or bending here and there, Is no reason to suppose that I’m in love with[…]

by John Tynan There’s a quotation from Michelangelo emblazoned on the wall of Peggy Lee’s picturesque studio dressing room. It reads, “Perfection is made up of trifles; but perfection itself is no trifle. Realizing the innate truth and implied sadness in this observation, Peggy Lee, in everything she undertakes, watches[…]