Check out the pictures of her wearing those awesome specs!!
I love london in the rain.
Yes, that's exactly the one. Thanks, Alex.
HA...ya got me. I have that lp though. stellar british jazz line up.
I'm feeling in a Blossom mood at the moment. Also Connie Francis.
Our blessings. Looking forward to this.
Good one mate!
I wish I had that cover. Rootin songs indeed.
I think someone once said her little voice couldn't reach the top story of a dollhouse. But her singing was certainly cute and she was also a far better piano player than given credit. Count me as a fan.
I love the 'pixie' bit. Made me smile a lot while I was watching the clip.
Bump, just because her lovely little face is gazing at me from my notice board.
When you want to be in a calmer frame of mind, coffee to the ready, try a little of Blossom, then Fred Astaire singing 'Night And Day'. Then prepare to watch all those wonderful old dance films all over again: beginning with 'Top Hat'.
Don't know about Blossom but RPR mentions Connie Francis. An Italian American who could speak and sing in Yiddish. No family party in the late 50s was complete without a rendition of ' who's sorry now' with my aunt on piano and dad leading the singing. I still remember most of the words.
Robbie, I love that. Love it. You hear Connie Francis mentioned in the first episode of 'The Sopranos'.
RRP was me in a previous incarnation BTW.
I remember those parties Robbie ! We didn't have a piano player in the family but they were always great fun !
Staxfan- my dad had 5 sisters who could all play piano! This was in a working class family living close to the royal docks. My dad was sent for violin lessons but he bunked of. When I wanted to learn recorder at 9 he said no chance. I still resent him slightly for that.
Family parties were great, weren't they?
AFS =RPR sorry I should have put 2 and 2 together
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No problem.
My granddad, Billy The Barber, could play the piano. A bit. Family parties in the 60s: clouds of cigarette smoke, jugs of beer, lots of chatter, the TV on but turned down. A working class family but beginning to spread their wings a bit. My grandparents were visiting Italy in the 1950s.
My Nan could play the piano, she had an upright in her front room where every Christmas day evening everyone used to pile round for a sing song. Most of my Granddads siblings all lived close by. They used to ask my Nan to play the piano when they were having a sing song at The Sultan PH at the top of Deburgh Rd Merton, where she lived.
Back to cool: back to Blossom. Just bought, from a German dealer in Frankfurt, her signature on someone's torn-out album page. Less than the price of a pint and a Scotch egg. Had it been fucking Weller or Rowland or some crappy pop star it would doubtless be Amex time. But a low-key lady, best heard late at night, when you're thinking about some lost love and have maybe had a little too much to drink, goes for next to nothing. Which is worse than nothing at all.
Funny old world.
I first heard the lady, as one of Thomas Keneally's choices on 'Desert Island Discs' (when the wonderful Roy was still in charge), back around late '83. She was not, up to that point, on my radar, unlike (for example) Peggy Lee. My ears were widen open by then, having turned decisively away from all the shit I'd been listening to around 1977. Never heard anyone quite like her. Means as much to me as Piaf, who makes me cry. Once had a lovely lunchtime conversation in Montmartre with a lady about Piaf. She was probably amazed that some bloody stupid middle-aged Englishman had ever heard of her.
Watch her on Youtube with the very lovely Billy Taylor.