Lee Morse - Where The Wild Wild Flowers Grow 1927 Harry M. Woods "I'm Far Away From Everyone I Love"
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- Опубліковано 4 кві 2020
- Columbia (1011-D) Recorded in New York, March 16, 1927.
Song written by Harry M. Woods & Mort Dixon. With guitar accompaniment.
Lena Corinne "Lee" Morse (née Taylor; November 30, 1897 - December 16, 1954) was an American jazz and blues singer-songwriter, composer, guitarist, and actress. Morse's greatest popularity was in the 1920s and early 1930s as a torch singer, although her career began around 1917 and continued until her death in 1954.
Morse was known for her strong, deep singing voice and vocal range, which often belied her petite frame. She possessed a contralto vocal range, and one of her trademarks was her unique style of yodeling. Recording over 200 songs over her career, Morse was one of the most recorded female singers of the 1920s. She was also moderately successful as an actress on the Broadway stage. Her life and career, however, were marred by alcoholism. Morse's' group the Blue Grass Boys had no relation neither to their later namesake of Bill Monroe nor bluegrass music.
Although Morse's Broadway prospects had dimmed by the 1930s, she could still be seen in a number of musical film shorts, including A Million Me's (Paramount, April 25, 1930), The Music Racket (Vitaphone, June 30, 1930), and Song Service (Paramount, October 24, 1930).
Morse was born Lena Corinne Taylor on November 30, 1897 in Cove, Oregon.
Morse died on December 16, 1954 in Rochester while visiting a neighbor. She was 57 years old. She is interred at the Riverside Cemetery.
Wonderful - from the hugely underrated Lee Morse
Beautiful singing and writing, the guitar player was very skilled and I really enjoyed their style too
Her voice is so AMAZING
جميل❤
I'm so in love with you Lee Morse!
She was great!
Great
Großartig , Dankeschön
What a listening treat!
I like her.
Super excellent
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