by Calvin Ahlgren She has been slammed in print occasionally, taken to task for real or imagined violations of The Legend. Experimentation sometimes passes for heresy in the career of an established singer. But criticism of Peggy Lee has been the exception to an overwhelming general rule of admiration, even[…]

by Gene Arceri “Let’s go into the bedroom,” whispered the smoky voice of the famous blonde magic. “We’re talking to you from Peggy Lee’s bedroom in the Fairmont Hotel,” I began, as we settled in for our interview for National Public Radio. “You’d better explain that,” she laughed, “…we are[…]

by David McGee Peggy Lee, whom Jerry Leiber has described as “a consummate artist,” recently visited New York, where she appeared in concert at the Empire Room in the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. While here she took time out to talk to Record World about a number of things, including her new[…]

by David Sterritt “There are certain things that I really object to singing about, and I won’t sing them. I prefer to sing about – oh, love. And life supporting things.” One of the sturdiest personalities on the pop music scene, smoky-voiced Peggy Lee has built a fabulous career out[…]

by Marshall Berges Seated at a Steinway baby grand, snapping her fingers and swaying almost imperceptibly, the champagne blonde flickers a smile and touches the piano keys. Striking chords to accompany herself, she sings songs old and new in a seductively breathy style. Now soft and delicate, now husky and[…]

by Rick Soll The whiteness of her room is excessive, hypnotic, vaguely disturbing. It is white without lightness, without wings. The lady on the bed is quiet, a papery presence whose movements flutter in the wind of drowsy words, whose every gesture seems meticulously ordered, consciously summoned. The eyes blink.[…]