It was only after many years of listening to Nat King Cole’s wonderful voice that I discovered that he’d actually started as a Jazz pianist – and a damned good one too.

It’s often the case with artists that they’re brilliant in more than one part of their field (actors excepted, little that’s brilliant about most of them), and here’s another example.

There’s a hell of a lot more fire and sexiness in that drumming set than the angelic image she projected with that spell-binding voice. As a teenager of the Punk years I often dismissed Karen Carpenter and the syrupy 70’s songs that she and her brother put together. Perhaps it’s just another example of how growing older means a greater appreciation for the past, even when it’s not your own past, such as my appreciation now of the greatness of Frank Sinatra and the Andrews Sisters.