Dr. M. W. Sullivan, my Trustee, wrote Sing, Bing, Sing in a reading text in the 1960s. That was the first phrase in easy reading. Bing is the first name in easy singing.
He has left a legacy of joyous music. The poets of song, Burke, Mercer, Robin, Porter, Cahn, Hart, Hammerstein, Berlin, wove their magic with his tones, his inflections.
Like the troubadours of old, he shared our sorrows, comforted us in our losses. He stirred us to patriotic action in times of national crisis. He reflected our dreams—and he made us laugh.
Perhaps he put it best when he sang:
It's been a joy, I can't deny, though some may think
I took things lightly.
But man and boy, I looked on high
And never failed to thank Him nightly.
When I look back, I can't forget
The friends I’ve met
And the things they’ve done.
I thank them all;
It's been great fun.
As for me, I have no doubt:
That's what life is all about.
SING, BING, SING.