Showing posts with label Mel Torme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mel Torme. Show all posts

Saturday, 13 September 2025

Foggy

After a wonderful evening's entertainment at the Friday Night is Music Night Julie Andrews Celebration last night [more on that later, possibly], it's a bit of a chilled-out day (sheltering from the intermittent rainstorms) here at Dolores Delargo Towers - and, fittingly for that mood, we have a centenary to celebrate! One of the greatest vocal stylists of the 20th century, Mel Tormé was born on this day one hundred years ago.

As the estimable Russell Davies writes in today's The Telegraph:

Marking the centenary of the birth of Mel Tormé is bound to produce reactions ranging from a delighted “Ah!” to a baffled “Who?”, with nothing much in between. Treasured in his time – he died in 1996 – he was not quite a pop-star, not merely a jazz singer, and generally admired rather than loved.

Perhaps his name got in the way. He was born in Chicago 100 years ago this week, to immigrant Jewish parents from what is now Belarus. Their name had been Torma, and it might have been easier to stick to that, rather than add the complication of a French-style acute accent.

Actually it was the British who retained a special affection for Mel, after he’d married one of our glamorous film actresses, Janette Scott. That alliance ended acrimoniously with a court battle over their three children, but while it lasted, it made him the unlikely son-in-law of the redoubtable Thora Hird...(!)

Nicknamed "The Velvet Fog", his smooth style was equally suited to swing, jazz and crooning, and he certainly gave rivals like Nat King Cole and Dean Martin a run for their money when it came to interpreting the classics. In later years, he stuck mainly to the "scat" jazz style (a la Ella Fitzgerald), and kept on performing at festivals across the world until a stroke sadly ended his career. He was also a songwriter, his most famous co-composition being The Christmas Song ("Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire")

Needless to say, that one's not on my radar. However, by way of a tribute, here's a selection of numbers from the man himself:

Mel Tormé (13th September 1925 – 5th June 1999)

Sunday, 13 September 2020

Arachnophobia and Fog


The extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers resemble "The Planet of the Spiders" at this time of year...

For once, the Met Office forecast was right - it's been beautiful, sunny and warm here today. I have been making the most of the sultry weather potting up some foxgloves and Dutch irises ready for next year's display, and generally basking in the glow of the ever-declining sun upon the lovely salvias, dahlias and agastache that are at their very best at the moment.

To maintain that laid-back Sunday feeling - how about some "Sunday music" from the man they called "The Velvet Fog", Mr Mel Tormé (who would have been 95 today)..?


Faboo!

[Interesting fact: spiders could theoretically eat every human on Earth in one year.]

Sunday, 19 February 2017

The Chevalier and Mel



We've had a great day to round off our second (and final) week away from the - ahem - joys of work. A visit to the British Museum for some more LGBT History Month culture (from primeval erotic gay sculpture in Palestine, to protest badges through the ages, to the often outré sexual art of classical Greek vases, to the Chevalier D'Eon - we lapped it up!), followed by a slap-up Sunday dinner and some drinkies...

Such a shame that the dream has to be broken tomorrow by the unfortunate inconvenience of having to return to work, but hey ho - here's a Sunday musical interlude courtesy of the ever-wonderful Soft Tempo Lounge to ease our troubled minds:


Oh, that's better...

Music: Moon Song by Mel Tormé

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Vocal ecstacy



Dusty Springfield.

Mel Tormé.

Two of the greatest voices, ever.


Happy Birthday, Dusty! She would have been 75 today.

RIP, both.

Friday, 5 June 2009

A foggy day...



Ten years ago the world lost one of the greatest vocal stylists of the 20th century, Mel Tormé.

Nicknamed "The Velvet Fog", his smooth style was equally suited to swing, jazz and crooning, and he certainly gave rivals like Nat King Cole and Dean Martin a run for their money when it came to interpreting the classics. In later years, he stuck mainly to the "scat" jazz style, and kept on performing at festivals across the world until the end.

Perfect music for a Friday!




Mel Tormé biography