The Piano Without Keys

When I was a kid I couldn't stand, or understand, Bing Crosby. During the 1950s we got thin voice, a guy that was casual and without commitment, the epitome of nothing on a stick, the empty suit, the piano without keys. I could never understand why established jazz artists kept naming him the best singer ever. Well Mark Steyn has one of the best tributes to the original Crosby, circa 1920s and 30s. He was the guy with that great baritone that made my grandparents and parents weak in the knees. Those of us who "woke up" to the real Crosby through TNT showing all the old stuff can appreciate this tribute. A terrific read and good research. I'd love to see and hear just the singing excerpts from all his early stuff. Wow
The last half of the clip below shows just what a fucking monster jazz singer he was in 1931

Below is his most famous song, Where the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day from a Max Sennett short. Song is last half of clip.