Renaissance polyphony? I'm there, hammered dulcimer? sign me up, our of tune trebles putting their hearts and soul into it? break out the steaming bishop and snickerdoodles!
Over the weekend caught up with some perennials that were broadcast last week, and I would like to pay tribute to two divae.
Why was Jane Kean not a monster star?
She died shortly before I discovered her name last year, but the gorgeous song had stayed in my memory since I was a child - when I began singing I tried to get sheet music to no avail. It had gone unpublished until recently.
Anyway, I raise my glass to Merrill and Styne - but I hope they knew how lucky they were to have the
The second diva deserving of mention and admiration is one of the great heldentenors of our time, Darlene Love.
(And while I'm at it, thanks, Dave - you were a crank when I met you, but thanks for your Christmas show every year. And I got more than a little misty-eyed watching Jay Thomas peg that meatball atop the tree, and listening to the greatest talk show anecdote of all time in its final iteration.)
|She'd be a hella Siegfried!|