How is a love song written? Well, many ways. And not always under a full moon in June. This is how Tab came to write his, which we publish here for the first time. “I never thought I could,” he told us shyly. “In fact I...
Where are the stars of yesteryear? What are they doing now? Did their wealth and fame bring them happiness? These are the questions everyone is asking, for the wonderful personalities of the past are returning again to the dizzy heights of their heyday. Every night, they’ve...
“Blue was just the color of his eyes
Till he said, ‘goodbye love.’
Blue was just a ribbon for first prize
Till he said, ‘don’t cry, love.’
And blues were only torch songs
Fashioned for impulsive ingenues
But now I know . . .
Too well I know . . .
Too well...