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I was a small boy, just three or four years old, when I first heard the cool and magnetic(有磁性的)voice of Peggy Lee.It floated lightly from my parents' radio, out across the sunny back garden where I was playing.The song was “On the Street Where You Live”.By and by, I came to pay attention to the expression of feelings, but could not always get a sensible meaning from them.“I have often walked down this street before, ” sang Lee.“But the way always stayed beneath my feet before.All at once I am several storeys high.Knowing I'm on the street where you live…” I was almost lost at it.
Within the small network of streets that formed for me, the entire known world, including the footpaths and houses, was unchangeable.Apart from father's description of life by telling various stories at my bedtime, still, the world Lee sang of seemed impossibly far off and pleasant, and, instantly, I loved the singer who delivered this puzzling singing to me.
In the early days of the Sixties, other fine voices would be heard on radio, performing the same song, those of Torme and Damone included.But no one else's version(翻唱)came close to Lee's.
As I grew, I continued to hear Lee's voice now and then from the radios.And, of course, I would come across her photos at the local record-store that I was after so obsessively(着迷地).Always, one of her photos would be a studied subuject-the lips, offering the suggestion of a Mona Lisa-like smile, the hair, butter-yellow and carfully arranged, and the clothes, those of a movie star.More than once I was told that Peggy Lee's iconic(偶像化的)appearance was only her stage look.I could see why.Though quite attractive, it just offered those persons like Peggy Lee a necessary mask to hide herself behind.But, it never makes the singer less favorable to me.
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