Showing posts with label Della Reese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Della Reese. Show all posts

Monday, 8 July 2024

I Got Myself an Angel


Sigh, indeed.

Monday comes around so quickly - especially when the weekend was a complete washout.

As we gird our loins for another week of unbridled joy in work, it's worth noting that it would have been the birthday of a remarkable (and oft-overlooked) favourite lady here at Dolores Delargo Towers, Miss Della Reese!

We adore her "Cha-Cha-Cha" album (of course), and her appearance alongside fellow divas Ethel Merman, Ann Miller and Carol Channing on The Love Boat is the stuff of legend - see my post on the sad occasion of her departure for Fabulon for that - but on this occasion, it's to her venture into the world of Scopitone we turn for a true Tacky Music Monday treat!

Have a good week, dear reader.

Monday, 5 July 2021

Who's "The Greatest Star"?

Bugger!

Another weekend is over in the blink of an eye...

As we vainly attempt to wake ourselves up enough to haul the bloody laptop out of the cupboard once again, there's a glimmer of joy on the horizon. Tomorrow would have been the 90th birthday of the magnificent Miss Della Reese [see more here, here and here] and so, on this Tacky Music Monday...

...what better excuse do I need to revisit probably my favourite (and probably the campest) clip from an American TV show, EVER?!

Have a good week, dear reader.

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Reline yourself, resign yourself, you're through





Lost among the coverage in the papers recently of the passings of "national treasure" Likely Lad Rodney Bewes, and (of course) the death of the superstar David Cassidy, I didn't hear till today [thanks to the lovely Marc over at Deep Dish] that dear old Della Reese had also departed for Fabulon...

Emerging out of poverty and the melting-pot of gospel churches in the segregated US Mid-West, Miss Reese rose through musical success singing jazz, blues and pop to become a well-loved character on mainstream American television. Of course much of this small-screen output is a mystery to us Brits, and so it is for her music she is best known - despite never having had a hit record here.

Her genre-defining "cha-cha-cha" musical era has been a particular favourite of ours here at Dolores Delargo Towers for many years - not least this one:


But she had a mighty fine pair of tonsils, no matter the genre:


I often got her mixed-up with her even more revered predecessor Pearl Bailey - and indeed, given the cohort of her fellow stars in this sketch [possibly one of the most camp televisual moments in history!], I might hazard a guess that she may have been an acceptable substitution rather then the producers' first choice...


She held her own admirably, nonetheless!

So admired was Miss Reese that none other than Martha Reeves admitted that her entire act was a tribute - she named her group "The Vandellas" after Van Dyke Street in Detroit and Della Reese. Tribute indeed.

RIP Della Reese (born Delloreese Patricia Early, 6th July 1931 – 19th November 2017)

Read my previous tributes to Miss Reese here, here, and (especially) here.

Monday, 6 July 2015

With a bit of stimulation I'd be a great sensation



It is the 84th birthday today of one of the great survivors in the genre known as "Our Kind of Music", Miss Della Reese.

Being particularly fond here at Dolores Delargo Towers of her "cha-cha-cha" era, on this Tacky Music Monday, as we ease ourselves back into the grind of the office for yet another week of insufferable nonsense, here's the lady herself singing her classic Daddy - as interpreted in dance...


Hey, Daddy! I want a diamond ring, bracelets, everything
Daddy, you oughtta get the best for me
Hey, Daddy, gee, don't I look swell in sables?
Clothes with Paris labels?
Daddy, you oughtta get the best for me

Here's 'n'amazing* revelation
With a bit of stimulation
I'd be a great sensation
I'd be your inspiration

Daddy, I want a brand new car, champagne, caviare
Daddy, you oughtta get the best for me

Hey, Daddy, I want a diamond ring, bracelets, everything

Daddy, you oughtta get the best for me
Hey, Daddy, gee, don't I look swell in sables?
Clothes with Paris labels?
Daddy, you oughtta get the best for me

Here's 'n'amazing revelation
With a bit of stimulation
I'd be a great sensation
I'd be your inspiration

Daddy, I want a brand new car, champagne, caviare
Daddy, daddy
You oughtta get the best for me, la-dah


Indeed.

PS The dancers are called Karina Smirnoff and Slavik Kryklyvyy, apparently. The first sounds like a cocktail, the second a rather admirable Scrabble score. They dance beautifully, so we'll forgive them.

Have a good week, folks!

Della Reese (born Delloreese Patricia Early, 6th July 1931)

Monday, 7 July 2014

Thank heavens for Della



This Tacky Music Monday, it's all about the angels.

And the wonderfully awful Scopitone dancers!

Let's thank our lucky stars the magnificent Miss Della Reese is still alive (she celebrated her 83rd birthday yesterday). Just having her sing If I Never Get To Heaven is a good enough tonic to cheer me up, as I ease myself back into work after a week moving and sorting the house out...


Della Reese (born Delloreese Patricia Early, 6th July 1931)

Have a great week, folks!

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Come Aboard. We're expecting you.



News of the death of Henry Colman at the age of 89 is sad. However, he deserves to be remembered by showbiz-loving queens everywhere.

Why? The man was (among his many other classic US shows such as I Love Lucy, Hawaii Five-O and The Beverly Hillbillies) the producer of one of the kitschiest television shows of all time, The Love Boat, of course.

Another excuse to play one of my favourite clips in the history of camp, ever!


Miss Merman, Miss Channing, Miss Miller and Miss Reese in full battledress is simply perfect (and a scenario that could never be matched nowadays, or at any time)!

He also began an archive of American Television, which you can visit here.

RIP

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Queen of Tap



In memory of Miss Ann Miller, who died eight years ago today, I have created her a brand new "exhibit" in the Dolores Delargo Towers - Museum of Camp.

Over here I feel like sharing some more of my favourite performances of hers...


A magnificent 1989 performance of 42nd Street:


Her last stage appearance, aged 75, in Follies (1998):


And finally - I really can't believe I have never featured this, possibly my favourite piece of kitsch TV EVER, the "Love Boat Follies" (in which she does diva battle with Ethel Merman, Della Reese and Carol Channing!)...


Magnificently camp!

RIP, Miss Miller.

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

From gospel to The A-Team



Many happy returns yesterday to the magnificent Della Reese, 78 years old. Who even knew she was still alive?

Miss Reese rose to fame in the 1950s and 60s, with hit singles such as Don't You Know and Someday (You'll Want Me to Want You), and her soulful gospel voice earned her several Grammy nominations.

In the 70s, she made a transition to acting, appearing in a number of hit shows in the US including Chico and the Man. At the height of her success in 1979 she almost died of a stroke, but after neurosurgery she made a full recovery, and continued her recording and screen career, appearing alongside Eddie Murphy in the film Harlem Nights, and making numerous cameo and guest appearances on TV. In later years she returned to her gospel roots, and is an ordained minister in one of America's numerous "happy clapper" churches.

Madame Arcati and I only recently discovered the lovely Della, when we stumbled across her cha-cha-cha version of Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend (what else!). And here is the lady herself...


Della Reese trivia:
  • she played the mother of "B. A. Baracus" in The A-Team.
  • she was the first black woman to guest host The Tonight Show in the US.
  • she was launched in her singing career when she was "discovered" by Mahalia Jackson.
Della Reese music profile on MySpace

Thursday, 24 July 2008

A tiger is a tiger not a lamb

Apparently on TV tonight was a programme where John Barrowman agreed to subject himself to all sorts of humiliating "investigations" in an attempt to find out if there is a reason why he is gay. I refused to watch it.

I do, however, have some thoughts on the matter - what makes me who I am..?






Read about the BBC programme "The Making Of Me"