NOTES FROM THE ALLEY
Now that the madness of America’s interminable election season is over, it’s time to get back to the saner things in life. It has been a while since I devoted an entire post to a subject which is right down my (Tin Pan) Alley, namely the Golden Age of Popular Music (between WWI and WWII). I assume that, unlike me, few (if any) of you were alive during that era….but, since I feel reasonably certain you wouldn’t miss that opportunity again if you had the chance, I forgive you for such a lamentable shortcoming.
Speaking of lament-able, I’ll start with a song written toward the end of the era by a 15 year old wunderkind, Mel Tormé, who went on to decades-long fame as a jazz vocalist:
For those who are unfamiliar with the term TIN PAN ALLEY, I quote excerpts from a 1975 book of that title by researcher Ian Whitcomb about the beginnings of pop music:
The name “Tin Pan Alley” applied to the railroad flats around 28th and Broadway in NYC where the music publishing houses were clustered. Around the 1890’s a canny bunch of businessmen, keenly aware of the new mass-market created by the Industrial Revolution, decided to manufacture songs. They fed theaters and parlors, cafes and dance halls with their wares. By 1910 The Alleymen had pushed hundreds of songs into million-selling sheets. These tall piano copies, fronted with colored art-work and spotted with ads for other songs, were the sole pop moneymakers until records, radio and talking pictures became the chief pop vehicles.
This brings us to the period immediately following the end of WWI on Nov. 11, 1918, and to one of the biggest hits of the next year, when our doughboys were returning home by the hundreds of thousands from the battle fronts of Europe and the pleasure fronts of Paris. With un peu d’imagination, perhaps you can appreciate the question….
Two years later (1921), song writers were still asking questions, including this one posed by its composer Richard Whiting (whose birthday was three days ago, Nov. 12, 1891), sung here by his daughter and Bob Hope:
Of course, the above words and recordings have barely scratched the surface of the sounds you would have savored had you been around in those days (and make no mistake, that music would have seduced you as much then as today’s music seduces you now). And so on that note….
(TO BE CONTINUED)
scifihammy 1:20 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
What a lovely post. 🙂 They really don’t make music like this any more!
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mistermuse 11:04 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
You said it!
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scifihammy 2:39 am on November 16, 2016 Permalink
🙂
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painkills2 2:26 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
It’s all about electronic music now. Well, not all, but a lot. I feel like an old grandma complaining about young people’s music, but electronic music hurts my ears. 🙂
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mistermuse 11:04 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
It hurts your ears because it’s noise (at least, some of it). But, as an old song title says, “To Each His Own.”
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eths 3:10 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Great music!
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mistermuse 11:05 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Thanks. More of same coming up in next post.
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GP Cox 8:00 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Thank you!!
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mistermuse 11:06 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
You’re more than welcome, GP.
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linnetmoss 8:57 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
I didn’t realize Mel Tormé was a songwriter on a bigger scale. I know he wrote “The Christmas Song.”
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mistermuse 11:18 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Mel was multitalented: musician, vocalist, arranger, songwriter. He wrote THE CHRISTMAS SONG with lyricist Bob Wells in 1946, but previously wrote both words and music. Here is another example of his solo work from 1945:
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Don Frankel 9:24 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
I always like the way guys like Bob Hope who really can’t sing will talk their way through a song and really do a good job of it. Rex Harrison in My Fair Lady comes to mind. You can watch that movie and think he’s singing when he never does.
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mistermuse 11:23 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Excellent observation, Don. Another great example of someone who couldn’t really sing but put over a song better than most guys who could sing was Walter Huston (SEPTEMBER SONG).
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L. T. Garvin, Author 10:25 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
What wonderful, wholesome songs. Love the instrumental background. It harkens back to a time when we didn’t have to have all these obscenities to have entertainment, I mean I don’t want to sound like a grandma either, but seriously, the verses of today’s “music.”
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mistermuse 11:32 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
My sentiments exactly! It’s good to know I have readers like you who can appreciate, and don’t dismiss, songs like these simply because they’re old. Stay tuned for more of the same in my next post.
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L. T. Garvin, Author 2:34 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink
I love old music, especially from the 1950s. I shall stay tuned… 😀
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arekhill1 10:55 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Haven’t really paid much attention to music of any kind since I kicked a daily pot habit back in my early twenties. Now that weed is legal out here in CA, maybe I’ll start again.
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mistermuse 11:46 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
I have just the song for you, Ricardo, as you sleep on your “To weed or not to weed” question:
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Cynthia Jobin 11:20 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Today’s music doesn’t seduce me at all…it’s mostly adolescent, barbaric noise. I really enjoyed listening to these. I know them well. Listening to them again is like a lovely visit with my dear grandparents.
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mistermuse 11:57 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
I couldn’t agree more, but I’ll bet neither you nor your grandparents listened to (or even knew of) the song in my previous comment (actually there were many such songs in the 20s & 30s, though I doubt they got played on the radio in those days)!
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Cynthia Jobin 12:02 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
You’re right. I didn’t know that song, nor, I venture, did my grandparents. The underworld stayed under, in those days.
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inesephoto 5:39 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Such a delightful post, I always loved music of that era.
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mistermuse 8:10 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Likewise. I also like some of the music of other eras, but “Golden Age” music remains #1 on my ‘hip parade.’
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Resa 6:17 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
What a fab post this is!
Thank you so much for the info re: Tin Pan Alley! I had no idea.
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mistermuse 8:05 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink |
Thank you, Resa. I’ll have more to say about Tin Pan Alley in my next post.
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Mark Scheel 1:15 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink |
I remember hearing some of these songs played on the piano when as a little boy visiting relatives on my mother’s side–a fun bunch. Anyway, before you leave politics totally, suggest you read Bernie Goldberg on why New York media missed the boat so badly with the last election. Great analysis that I can relate to, living in the Midwest. Here’s the link:
http://bernardgoldberg.com/the-media-elite-didnt-see-the-tsunami-coming/
Mark
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mistermuse 8:53 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink |
I’d already heard similar analysis (in substance, if not in spirit) in the heathen liberal media, Mark, but I didn’t know that Goldberg has written a book called ARROGANCE, which I would’ve guessed to be the title of a Donald Trump biography….but then, we on the near-left (or am I on the FAR-left in the black-and-white world) are wrong about so many things.
Anyway, I’m glad to hear that you can dig this music. There has been a piano in my house for most of my life, but after several years of piano lessons in my boyhood, I forgot what I learned and still can’t play it.
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BroadBlogs 1:17 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink |
I’d thought I would feel better after the election. I don’t. Thanks for bringing some sanity back into my life. 🙂
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mistermuse 8:11 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink |
Speaking of “sanity” reminds me (what with the Christmas shopping season already in full swing) of this bit of Marx Brothers insanity:
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Carmen 12:42 pm on November 17, 2016 Permalink |
Do you mean to say that Torme was 15 when he sang that song? If so, quite amazing!
I have to say that listening to these tunes is a much better pursuit than reading political commentary of late . . . 🙂 I’m finding a station on my TV that plays ‘oldies’ now. Lovely sounds!! Thanks so much, mister muse!
Were you subscribed to Lady sighs blog? Haven’t heard anything from her lately and was wondering if she’s ill. .
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mistermuse 5:27 pm on November 17, 2016 Permalink |
Actually, Tormé wrote the song when he was 15, but he didn’t sing it — at least not on that Columbia record. If you check the small print on the label, you’ll notice that the vocal is by Dick Haymes (see, that’s what happens when you don’t read the small print!). 🙂
I didn’t subscribe to Ladysigh’s blog, but I was a regular reader and frequent ‘liker’ and commenter. As I recall, she took a rather lengthy hiatus due to illness a few years ago. Hopefully, she’ll come back again like before, but I don’t know the reason for her absence this time.
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