Yakety Yak, hit songwriter Mike Stoller and his musical wife Corky Hale won’t be coming back… to the Greenwich Village condo they just sold for $1.4 million, according to city records.
Not a musical instrument is in sight in this pad belonging to Ms. Hale and Mr. Stoller, one half of the decade-spanning hit songwriter/producer duo Lieber and Stoller that created hits like “Hound Dog” and “Jailhouse Rock,” then went on to write and produce some of the biggest hits of the last half-century, including “Stand By Me” and the musical “Smokey Joe’s Cafe.”
If you’ve endured a few rounds of the Teflon niceties that count for cocktail-party conversation these days, you might suspect that New York is moving toward a more sensual social culture where, increasingly, words don’t matter. If you had attended the party that Dior Homme’s chief creative director, Hedi (sounds like “Eddie”) Slimane, threw in Read More
In the center of the parched desert we call the current movie year, a refreshing oasis appears in The Heart of Me , an intelligent chamber piece about the complicated relationships in the immaculate drawing rooms of well-heeled Londoners during World War II, adapted from a profound and literate novel by Rosamond Lehmann, one of Read More
The death of Peggy Lee was a cruel nail in the coffin of good music, and a special loss to everyone who knew and loved her personally. We all had favorite songs from her 65 years in show business. I think mine was “Autumn in Rome,” a gorgeous ballad by Sammy Cahn and Paul Weston, Read More
Don’t buy your undies in Northern Ireland.
There I was, patiently waiting in line at the Belfast branch of Marks & Spencer, clutching a fistful of my favorite white cotton essentials, minding my own business, etc., when a stout, red-faced Irish lady barged in front of me. She was clearly intent on purchasing an oversize, Read More
I was on the town again on a Saturday night, but it was a part of town you’ve never seen before and I never want to see again. This not-so-very-excellent-but-far-from-boring adventure began innocently enough and ended as raw porterhouse in the jaws of a shark-frenzied press, and mine was the only byline missing. Have you Read More
Diana Krall, 33, spent a childhood in small-town British Columbia buried in her father’s jazz record collection, watching black-and-white movies and presumably being shunned by her peer group. She’s transmuted all that into a glamorous retro cottage industry, in the course of the past seven years pumping out five albums mostly of Tin Pan Alley: Read More