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When they were booked on the same Ed Sullivan Show episode in 1956, Elvis Presley told Ella Mae Morse that listening to her sassy '40s records, such as "Get On Board Little Chillun," "Milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet," and her million-selling "Cow Cow Boogie," taught him how to sing. But in the end, it was the Elvis-led rock-and-roll rebellion that would make Morse's brand of big-band R&B pop almost obsolete. The elastic-voiced native Texan sang black before sounding black was cool, and by the time the rest of the country had caught up, Morse was in her '30s, married to her third and current husband, and pregnant with the second of her six children.
Morse, who recently turned 70 and lives in Paso Robles, Calif., with husband Jack Bradford, a retired carpenter, made her last recording in 1957. Mention of her name among those who might recall such things often elicits the response, "Is she still alive?" but up until the mid-'80s, the singer performed regularly with a jazz trio. These days, Morse is happy to just stay at home and listen to her beloved Benny Goodman albums.
"I loved the music and just being around musicians, but I don't miss a lot of the other junk," Morse says from her home, speaking with the unpretentious spark that was the foundation of her singing style. "Nowadays you hear a lot about celebrity stalkers, but there have always been people that follow you around and stare. It used to give me the creeps sometimes."
In the almost 50 years since her heyday, when she rose from Texas obscurity to astonishing chart-topping success, Morse has become something of a cult hero, mostly because her widespread success was so unjustifiably short-lived. Her music has held up as the real deal for all these years, as evidenced by the vibrancy and vitality of Morse's 1992 CD reissue as part of the "Capitol Collectors Series."
Morse sang the first million-seller on Capitol with "Cow Cow Boogie" in 1942, and she never recorded for another label. What's more, Ella Mae brought a young, smooth-singing piano player named Nat King Cole to the attention of Capitol heads Glenn Wallichs and Johnny Mercer.
"I was crazy about Nat, so I dragged Johnny and Glenn down to see him at some club in downtown L.A., and Johnny was just knocked out. Glenn didn't think there was any commercial potential in Nat King Cole," Morse remembers with a hearty laugh, "but those guys had a rule that if one of them was really behind someone they'd go ahead and sign them. They didn't have to agree.
As Nat King Cole pioneered the cohesive-album concept with Two In Love and crossed over to the white audience, Morse was also attracting a racially mixed crowd with such juke-jivin' numbers as "House of Blue Lights" and "Pig Foot Pete." The original version of the "House," now a standard, features Morse's spoken-word intro: "What's that, Homey? If you think I'm goin' dancin' on a dime, your clock is tickin' on the wrong time."
This was a white girl in 1946.
"People used to tell me, 'I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you sing like a black girl,' and I'd wonder what other way is there to take that than as a great compliment," Morse says.
Austin singer Mary Ann Price, who was transfixed and transformed by hearing "Cow Cow Boogie" on the radio at age 7, refers to Morse as "one of the few white singers who could really swing."
"That's what I'm going for--that intuitive feel, where you just nail it and you know it," Price says. "That's what Ella Mae's music has."
Born just south of Arlington in Mansfield, where her British father and Texan mother played drums and piano, respectively, in a jazz combo, Morse was always around music. She was 9 when her parents divorced and her mother took her to live in Paris, Texas, where her informal musical education continued on a front porch near the store where Ella Mae would buy candy. Paris was segregated, and the store was right on "the border."
"One day I heard someone playing a blues song that I knew, so I sang along," Morse says. Suddenly, the guitar playing stopped and an older black gentleman peered around the corner to see who was knocking out the vocals. He invited young Ella Mae over, and the two sang songs together until Ella Mae's mother came home from her job at a textile factory and fetched her daughter.
He called her "little white baby," she called him Uncle Joe, and the unlikely partners sang together almost every afternoon, until 12-year-old Ella Mae and her mother moved to Dallas. "My parents didn't understand racism," Morse says. "They wanted no part of it."
A few months before her 14th birthday, Ella Mae, accompanied by her mother, went to the Adolphus Hotel to audition for the Jimmy Dorsey Band, whose singer had bolted after an argument with the bandleader. After convincing her mother to go along with the story that Ella Mae was 19, Morse was hired on the spot and soon found herself singing at the New Yorker Hotel with the Dorsey band and in front of a crowd that included the likes of Frank Sinatra, bandleader Harry James, and Joe DiMaggio.