Sensual and dignified, sophisticated and warm, Lee Wiley has inspired outbursts of sheer poetry from many a captivated listener. Her sound induces a marvelous, ticklish sensation, akin to running your hand over a piece of fine Harris tweed, marveled producer Dave Garroway. She blows smoke rings, each note a puff that melts into wisps of vibrato, conceptualized author Will Friedwald. Her voice and style have long since made me extremely eager to go to bed with her, disclosed critic James Frazier. Not content with this daring confession, he also bluntly labeled her one bitch of a singer.
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