Jazz
In his foreword to her autobiography ("This For Remembrance"), Bing Crosby describes Rosemary Clooney as a unique lady, able to deliver a song, any kind of song, with an unquenchable sense of humour. Whenever she's singing, there's an underlying feeling that she is amused and entertained. Unchanged through the years, congenial, never temperamental, he refers to her as a real 'trouper', a great lady. Penned in September 1977, little more than a month before his untimely death in Spain, Bing was looking back with affection to a relationship that had lasted for a quarter of a century. Is there anyone who would not agree with his sentiments? |
