Singin' With Peggy And Friends, Jazzy Tunes And Big Band Sounds From Krzysztof, Les and Ambrose, Plus An Oklahoma Flamer Secret Song!

Ain't Miss Peggy lookin' fresh?

Pearl Looks Surprised, Andrea Wants More, Plus Nancy's Sound, A Lil Sax And A Cuban-Goes-Brazilian Secret Song!

Oh, dear. Are you surprised like Pearlie? Maybe dumbfounded? Because the world as we know it has been mighty strange lately - to put it mildly. But we mustn't get down in the dumpity-doo! Not when there's still so much Pearlie to listen to.

Burlesque Babes, Helen's Crazy Dream, Plus Tiki Tribe Tats, Robin's Giggles And A Spoon-Fed Secret Song!

A few years back, "Burlesque," a movie starring the pre-bloat Christina Aguilera and a plasticine-faced Cher, purported to reveal the world of nouveau-burlesque. It's since become a minor camp classic (I say "minor" because, yes, it's unintentionally funny, but not quite awful and funny enough to qualify as major). Sadly, the dancing wasn't all that good. It was "magazine-ish sexy" in the vein of old MTV videos or Dita Von Teese, and though I grudgingly admire Ms. Dita's business acumen (so much renown for such little effort), what she does is not real burlesque. This, ladies and germs, is burlesque:

If you and yours have a burning desire to dance and swing like the buxom broad above (and I don't know why you wouldn't) then you'll need proper musical accompaniment. And honest, I can't think of anything better for such moves than 2011's "Burlesque Swing," a primo compilation that'll keep you up off your knees with new and newly-restored tunes like "Peroxide Swing," "Marijuana Cha Cha Cha," and "Pap's In Bed With His Britches On" (the only misstep is a semi-annoying remix of "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend," but you can uncheck it, as I have, on your iTunes, or just delete it).

Crazy Japanese Kids, Shirley On B'way, Plus Julie And Friends Go Cha-Cha And A Roux Recipe Secret Song!

In the late 90's, I was all over Pizzicato 5 - or P5, for those in the know - a gleefully screwy Japanese group that was labeled, in America, at least, as "electro," though I liked the label I once heard a DJ give them, "electro fizzy-pop," because I thought it best described their freakishly happy music.