Anthony Newley was born illegitimate in Hackney, east London, in 1931, and left school at fourteen having spent the Blitz evacuated to a foster home on the Lancashire coast. He turned that itinerant childhood into a whole-career method, working as actor, singer, songwriter, and director often at once: he played an Elvis-spoofing pop star in the 1959 film that made him a chart-topping teen idol, then reinvented himself as a West End and Broadway book-writer with Stop the World, I Want to Get Off and The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd. Those shows produced standards, What Kind of Fool Am I, Who Can I Turn To, Feeling Good, that outlived the plays around them. His overenunciated, theatrical delivery, all cockney vowels and outstretched arms, became a blueprint an entire generation of English pop singers grew up imitating. He died of cancer in 1999, aged 67.
When the Blitz emptied London's East End in 1940, nine-year-old Newley was evacuated to Morecambe, on England's northwest coast, and fostered by George Pescud, a retired music-hall performer. Wikipedia's account of Tom Vallance's 1999 Independent obituary credits Pescud with inspiring Newley's "freedom of self-expression"; Andrew Hickey, researching a book on Newley's television series, found no other trace of the man beyond the same debt, that he "instilled in Newley a great love of the theatre and of the arts." Whatever passed between them, the boy who left Morecambe went on to sing, write, paint, act, and direct, often within a single show.
listen forNo recording of Pescud survives to compare; he retired from the stage decades before anyone thought to tape a local music-hall turn. Listen instead to what Newley built on that education: "Strawberry Fair," his 1960 rewrite of a bawdy Victorian broadside performed under the pseudonym Nollie Clapton, sung with the leering, direct-to-audience wink of a music-hall comic rather than a pop crooner, all exaggerated cockney vowels and vocal mugging, the sound of a performer working a room rather than a microphone.
On 1966's The Genius of Anthony Newley, Newley recorded "You Made Me Love You," the 1913 song that had been Al Jolson's signature since Jolson introduced it on Broadway. It wasn't an isolated tribute: Tom Vallance's 1999 Independent obituary, via Wikipedia, called Newley "a latter-day British Al Jolson," a label critics reached for to describe a singer working the same big, one-man mode, down to a trademark closing gesture, right arm flung to the crowd, echoing Jolson's own knee-drop finish. No interview has Newley naming Jolson himself; the debt is one biographers hear, not one he ever stated outright.
listen forPlay Jolson's original 1913 recording against Newley's 1966 cover and the resemblance is close to a photograph: the same held, quavering final notes, the same lean into the confession "I didn't want to do it" pushed straight at the listener rather than sung past them. Newley doesn't cool the delivery down or modernize the arrangement for a rock-and-roll audience; he sings it as full-throated Broadway testifying, the same unguarded, one-man-show address Jolson built a career on and that Newley never entirely put down, on record or on stage.