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[…]

author unknown One afternoon, back in 1945, a young Navy flier on leave in San Francisco paid seventy-five cents at the box office and groped his way to a seat in the Golden Gate Theater. He had just been through a hell he didn’t care to think about and he[…]

by J. P. Shanley Peggy Lee visited Manhattan the other day and, during a conversation over lunch, talked about future plans, but mostly about memories. Miss Lee will be singing tomorrow night on the Producers’ Showcase presentation, Dateline 2, to be televised over the National Broadcasting Network in cooperation with[…]

by Dick Kleiner The demands on a gal singer are pretty strenuous, especially a good one. There are tours, personal appearances, engagements hither and thither. When she’s young and unattached all this is exciting. But when, like Peggy Lee, she has a home and a growing daughter, this side of[…]

by Laurie Henshaw Peggy Lee is that eternal paradox – the good singer who doesn’t “sell.” At least, not to the mass market. That same paradox, of course, applies to instrumentalists and bands; the outstanding performers are rarely box-office. Happily, public approval sometimes runs parallel with good taste, but more[…]

by Mary English With the record industry currently overrun with singers of the bleat-and-bellow or moan-and-mumble school, it gives me great satisfaction to report that 1955 is very likely to go down as biggest to date in the career of Peggy Lee. Already established as a singer and songwriter, her[…]