RIP Pricilla White

Yet another of the great entertainers from the 1960s has gone and so quietly it hardly seems she was of any great significance at all. However, this I believe is so far from the truth.  In all sense of the rags to ritches Holywood cliches, Cilla Black was a classic example.  Starting out as a ‘hat check girl’ at Liverpools Cavern Club, home to  sounds from the Mersey that came to dominate pop music worldwide.

She undoubtably was a good looker but, by heaven could she sing.  No doubt it was her looks as much as anything that got John Lennons attention but, he got her the audition with Brian Epstein and the rest as they say, was hit after hit.  To me she sang with all the emotion of somebody who ‘lived’ the lyrics and she could belt out the power  when needed.

Why then has her death not warrented a media frenzy?  I suppose it’s mainly because since the death of her husband she had kept out of the limelight: no I’m a celebrity baking cakes on ice in the jungle for her. Had the latter kept her in the public’s eye I am no doubt we’d all be weeping buckets at the mention of her sainted name and changing our ringtones to one of her top ten hits.

In a way I feel it is as well it has all been low key, I get the feeling from the samll part of her life that I glimpsed as a mere peasant, that she was a genuine down to earth person who managed to find her true love, Bobby, who even at the height of her career never forgot to mention on TV or stage.

Some hits:   Your my World    Alfie

Anyone who had a heart

Never mind a ‘star is born’ I think one has died.