by Gene Lees Among the more dismal haunts of our sad and stumbling society are nightclubs. If they were ever places of pleasure, it was before my time. Preposterously expensive, they are being put out of business by records and their own sullen and sometimes vaguely sinister atmospheres. There are,[…]

by Leonard Feather For the seekers of nirvana in Nevada, she is the music world’s blonde contribution to American sex symbolism. For the few remaining nightclub owners who can still afford to lure her away from Beverly Hills, she is Miss Standing Ovation of 1968. For television producers, she is[…]

by Rex Reed Honey-drippin’, honey-sippin’ Peggy Lee seems to turn out almost as many discs as Nancy Wilson, so many it is difficult to keep track of them all. But for my taste, they’re all a welcome relief from the slush that piles up at my door every month. A[…]

author unknown You had plenty money nineteen twenty-two; You let other women make a fool of you; Why don’t you do right, like some other men do? It has been a quarter of a century since a shy blonde our of Jamestown, North Dakota (real name: Norma Egstrom) sang that[…]

by Daphne Kraft With her eyes half closed and her head tilted beneath a cascade of champagne-colored tresses, Peggy Lee can break open a piñata of songs as hot as chili or as cool as autumn rain. Now that autumn is here, she is once again on deck at Manhattan’s[…]

by Peter Reilly There is a certain sort of praise which, if voiced often enough, can do oblique damage to performing artists of recognized stature: “Peggy Lee? Oh, she’s great!” Or, as a friend said recently, “As long as they write songs, Peggy Lee can sing them. She can sing[…]