Our very dear TJB has reminded me that today is Dusty's birthday. Here puts a wistful, almost anesthetized, and very, very effective spin on a song I don't otherwise associate with her.
Showing posts with label Songbirds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songbirds. Show all posts
Monday, April 16, 2018
Birthday Girl: Trouble Proof
Our very dear TJB has reminded me that today is Dusty's birthday. Here puts a wistful, almost anesthetized, and very, very effective spin on a song I don't otherwise associate with her.
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Birthday Girl: The Miraculous Miss Mercer
As part of my ongoing cheer-up efforts - and in recognition of her 118th birthday - herewith a half-hour with Miss Mabel Mercer.
Friday, February 2, 2018
Medley Madness
It's hard to not to feel at least a little more cheerful in the presence of the divine Josephine, I find. Isn't she just too too too? If you're not grinning helplessly by the Big Finish, I'm not sure we can be friends...
Labels:
Feathers,
Glamazons,
Maquillage,
Miss Baker,
Songbirds,
Video
Monday, January 8, 2018
Birthday Girl: The Dame
Insofar as a force of nature can have a birthday, Dame Shirley Bassey is doing so even as we speak - 81 going on eternal.
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Where the Music is Bright
I suppose one occasionally does miss things not watching (non-Arabic) television, so I'm grateful that the YouTube gods conjured up this lovely profile in my Recommendations this morning.
Friday, December 22, 2017
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Redux (and an Obit): Up to the Glitter
Word that Hugh Hefner has shuffled off this mortal coil at 91 seems like news from a vanished era. I ran this marvelous clip from 1969, of soul diva Carla Thomas at a televisual Playboy party, a couple of years ago, and it seems right to revisit it today.
Friday, August 11, 2017
Women of Distinction - and an Aesthetic Opportunity
As another blessed week limps to a close, and in the face of bad news from all over, today more than ever I needed a lift...
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Birthday Girl: Fresh as the Morning
"Hey Siri," says I, "Play some Judy Garland music." And she does.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Birds, Bees, Finns, Eels... and Eartha
This gem recently popped up on my feed over at the FaceBooks, and not having seen it previously, I was even more than usually transported than I generally am by the insinuating charms of Miss Eartha Kitt.
Labels:
Cathode Rays,
Glamazons,
Miss Kitt,
Mr. Porter,
Songbirds,
Video,
wigs
Sunday, February 26, 2017
That Happy Feeling
This has popped up hereabouts before, but it appeared in my Facebook feed today and I decided it was just what I needed, and perhaps you do, too. A light in bleak times, the Merm...
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
You've Got My Heart
Just in time for Valentine's Day, herewith the latest from Egyptian superstar Amr Diab. The subtitles go with "You Own My Heart," but literally the title - "Maak Alby" - is "My Heart is with You."
Thursday, January 5, 2017
She Hopes You'll Understand
Well, all right then. Who doesn't remember where they were, one fateful night in 1991, when first this spectacular bit of bizarerie hit one's favorite video bar or dance floor?
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Funny That Way
A remarkable little treasure turned up today in The Guardian; I'm genuinely shocked I'd never heard of it.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Saturday, November 5, 2016
A Shady Dame Sings a Song
Because I am spending this weekend doing everything possible to avoid thinking about politics in any way, shape or form, here's a rich little gem from Peggy Lee, going Latin with a vengeance.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Monday, August 8, 2016
Shameless Monday Camp Explosion: So Special
Thus, the Camp sensibility is one that is alive to a double sense in which some things can be taken. But this is not the familiar split-level construction of a literal meaning, on the one hand, and a symbolic meaning, on the other. It is the difference, rather, between the thing as meaning something, anything, and the thing as pure artifice.
- Susan Sontag, Notes on Camp
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