tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post8446251939361697138..comments2024-03-28T16:17:20.965-05:00Comments on Bill Crider's Pop Culture Magazine: Zola Taylor, R. I. P.mybillcriderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02350478005243505108noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-16821369649797878372008-06-09T06:43:00.000-05:002008-06-09T06:43:00.000-05:00I certainly agree about Williams. What a voice! ...I certainly agree about Williams. What a voice! I've always regretted his departure from the group, as his solo career went pretty much nowhere. If only they'd renamed the group "Tony Williams and the Platters." Maybe he'd have stayed.mybillcriderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02350478005243505108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-69765752165052368222008-06-08T22:10:00.000-05:002008-06-08T22:10:00.000-05:00I'm not knocking her. Zola was a cute little chic...I'm not knocking her. Zola was a cute little chick. But Tony Williams was the Platters. Everyone else just sang oo oo oo, and I usually couldn't tell them apart or separate their oo oo oo's. The great irony of the Platters is that Williams was one of the great all-time male American vocalists, easily better than Sinatra and on a par with Dean Martin and Willie Nelson, but was and is unknown by name even to a lot of Platters fans.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com