Easy to Remember: The Great American Songwriters and Their Songs

Easy to Remember: The Great American Songwriters and Their Songs

by William Zinsser

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ISBN-13: 9781567923254
Publisher: Godine, David R. Publishers, Inc.
Publication date: 10/28/2006
Edition description: New Edition
Pages: 256
Product dimensions: 7.00(w) x 9.90(h) x 1.00(d)

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I had the good luck to be born at the dawn of the golden age of American popular song, which began with the musical Show Boat in 1927 and lasted until the rise of rock in the mid-1960s. The thousands of songs written during that 40-year period—songs from Broadway shows, songs from Hollywood movies and songs that became hits on their own—were part of America's domestic landscape; everybody knew them. Today those songs are still in the air, still the standard literature and point of departure for jazz singers and musicians and cabaret artists. Frank Sinatra sang almost nothing else.

    The America of my boyhood was a self-entertaining nation. Every home seemed to have a piano and at least one member of the family who could play it, and every five-and-ten-cent store sold sheet music of the latest hits; many stores employed a pianist to demonstrate the songs. My parents would bring home the sheet music from Broadway shows, and those songs worked their way into my ear. (It was my further good luck to be born with a musical ear—a gift I would later put to use as a part-time pianist.) The words appealed to me as much as the music; I already knew I wanted to grow up to be a newspaperman. I began to keep track of who had written the songs and to recognize the different composers and lyricists by their distinctive voice.

    Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler were the first ones to hook me, with "Stormy Weather" (it was so emotional), and then Arthur Schwartz and Howard Dietz, with "Dancing in the Dark" (it was so suave), and then Cole Porter, with"You're the Top" (it was so clever), and then Irving Berlin, Jerome Kern, Dorothy Fields, and George Gershwin and Ira Gershwin with their brilliant scores for the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers movies. Those were my first giants, and I studied how they had constructed their songs, marveling that so much originality and wit could be achieved in so small a space. It dawned on me that I was growing up along with an evolving body of American lieder, a cultural form as characteristic of the 1930s as the screwball comedies of Hollywood and the radio hours of Fred Allen and Jack Benny.

    When I became a teenager I was deemed old enough to be exposed to Cole Porter's risqué lyrics, and my parents began taking me to Broadway shows. The pit orchestra was the most galvanizing of sounds, the musical theater the most wonderful of art forms. To hear the latest songs by Cole Porter and Irving Berlin and Rodgers & Hart (two new giants) actually delivered from a stage—belted out by some force of nature like Ethel Merman—was a thrill as potent as the one when I first saw the immaculate grass infield of the Polo Grounds. Musicals elbowed their way into my brain next to baseball as a life addiction.

    But I wasn't a theater snob. I was just as addicted to movies, especially movie musicals, especially bad ones, the kind that starred people like Don Ameche and Betty Grable and Carmen Miranda, because many of the best new songs were being written for those movies by Harry Warren, Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer, Jimmy Van Heusen, Frank Loesser and other Hollywood contract composers and lyricists. I wanted to hear their latest work as much as I wanted to hear the latest Cole Porter.

    That quest whiled away many nights during World War II. I can still picture the army bases in North Africa and Italy where I saw Iceland, with Sonja Henie, in order to hear Warren's "There Will Never Be Another You," and saw And the Angels Sing and Belle of the Yukon to hear Van Heusen's "It Could Happen to You" and "Like Someone in Love," and saw Here Come the Waves and The Sky's the Limit to hear Arlen and Mercer's "Let's Take the Long Way Home" and "My Shining Hour." Songs were the sentimental glue of the war years—a whole subspecies of ballads of separation and longing and loss. Jule Styne and Frank Loesser and Sammy Cahn said it all with "I Don't Want to Walk Without You" and "I'll Walk Alone" and "Saturday Night Is the Loneliest Night of the Week."

    Home from the war, I began my real occupation, as a writer and editor with the New York Herald Tribune. One day in 1948 the paper's venerable drama editor was gently retired and younger blood was sought. The managing editor remembered that I was a musical theater fan, and I found myself in charge of the Sunday section devoted to the theater, movies, music, dance and art. Two seats on the aisle for every Broadway opening came with the job of drama editor and with my subsequent job as movie critic—a ten-year sojourn in the journalistic crannies of show business. Dozens of musicals arrived during that decade, including South Pacific, Guys and Dolls, The King and I, The Music Man, West Side Story and My Fair Lady. I saw them all and put their songs in my memory bank.

    Only one gap remained in the bank: all the songs from all the shows that had come to Broadway before the first original-cast album—Decca's Oklahoma!—in 1943. That black hole was filled by Goddard Lieberson of Columbia Records with his impeccably produced LPs reconstructing the scores of bygone musicals. I already knew the hit ballads from shows like the Gershwins' Oh, Kay! and Rodgers & Hart's The Boys From Syracuse and Pal Joey; they had long been standards. But what about all the other songs: the opening numbers and funny songs and situation songs? I consumed Lieberson's LPs and other archeological albums and retroactively filled in the blanks.

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This book is the story of my lifelong romance with American popular song—the Broadway songs, the Hollywood songs, the individual hits by composers like Hoagy Carmichael, and all the great one-shots that came from out of nowhere: "These Foolish Things," "You Go to My Head," "I'll Never Smile Again." My book doesn't claim to be definitive; it's just one man's tour of his collection, as idiosyncratic as another man's collection of stamps or coins or butterflies. Nor am I unusual in the number of songs I know; jazz musicians have much of the literature somewhere in their fingertips, and many collectors—true fanatics—regard their knowledge as "encyclopedic."

    I've organized the book around the lives of the great songwriters, more or less chronologically, explaining where their talent came from, how their songs got written, and why I think the songs are good—matters of construction and craft. Because so many of the songs originated on Broadway, my book is also a partial history of the American musical theater, especially where new ground was broken: Show Boat, Of Thee I Sing, Porgy and Bess, Lady in the Dark, Pal Joey, Oklahoma!, Guys and Dolls, West Side Story, My Fair Lady. But I'm not a theater historian; my emphasis is on the songs and the songwriters.

    Nor am I a nostalgist, pining for a vanished age. "They don't write songs like that anymore," the mourners say. I think 40 years is a good run, and I'm grateful for what we got. My book is a celebration, not a funeral, and one of the miracles I'm celebrating is how powerfully the songs have become lodged in the nation's collective memory. I reel their power every time I play them and look at the faces in the room. I try to phrase the melody with the lyric in mind, as a jazz singer would—to play Hart more than Rodgers, Ira Gershwin more than George—because the songs first engage their listeners with what they say. People connect with the familiar story that the lyrics tell ("If they asked me I could write a book") or with the familiar curve of the melody that carries the words ("Somewhere, over the rainbow"). But the songs are even stronger in their associations. Like smells, they are an instant mechanism for recovering the past. "Pat and I first danced to that song," people tell me, or "That takes me back to Naples during the war," or "That was the big number at my high school prom."

    Often I know the people in the room and know of some of their pains and disappointments. If I don't, I can often guess. But something happens when they listen to an old Gershwin tune, or an old Cole Porter or Rodgers & Hart song. Their faces change; the aches and worries drop away. Watching them, I'm reminded that pianists who play this literature end up doing more than they signed up to do. The songs themselves take over the keyboard, providing solace and release and joy and the consolations of memory.

Excerpted from EASY TO REMEMBER by William Zinsser. Copyright © 2000 by William K. Zinsser. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

Table of Contents

Sigmund Romberg and the Europeans13
Jerome Kern, Oskar Hammerstein and "Show Boat"17
George and Ira Gershwin23
Early Rodgers and Hart31
Anatomy of the Popular Song
1. The Verse37
2. The Chorus40
3. The Lyric44
Vincent Youmans49
DeSylva, Brown and Henderson55
Harold Arlen (and Ted Koehler)59
Arthur Schwartz and Howard Dietz67
Andy Razaf and the African Connection71
Sheet Music75
Cole Porter85
"Porgy and Bess"95
Writing for Fred Astaire
1. Irving Berlin103
2. Dorothy Fields and Jerome Kern107
3. George and Ira Gershwin113
Duke Ellington (and Billy Strayhorn)117
Hoagy Carmichael (and Mitchell Parish)123
LateRodgers and Hart131
Harry Warren (and Al Dubin and Mack Gordon)137
E. Y. Harburg and "The Wizard of Oz"145
The Songs of World War II151
Johnny Mercer157
Made in Hollywood: "As Time Goes By" and
Kurt Weill (and Ira Gershwin and Vernon Duke)171
Rodgers and Hammerstein179
Singers of the Song185
Irving Berlin: The Theater Songs189
Jule Styne (and Sammy Cahn)193
Frank Loesser199
Betty Comden and Adolph Green207
Stephen Sondheim (and Leonard Bernstein)213
Jimmy Van Heusen (and Johnny Burke and Sammy Cahn)219
Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe229
John Kander and Fred Ebb (and Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick)235
Songs by Category244
Acknowledgments, Sources and Notes251
Index of People000
Index of Musicals and Movies000
Index of Song Titles000

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TimBazzett on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Bill Zinsser and I are separated by a generation. He talks of coming of age in the 1930s when every home still had a piano and someone who could play it and people gathered round for a group or family singalong. I came of age in the 50s, turning twelve when Elvis first burst upon the music scene changing it forever, and later on the Beatles turned the music world on its head yet again. What's the common denominator? Great music. Because I know most of the songs cited by Zinsser in EASY TO REMEMBER. Some may have been around longer than I've been alive, but I know the tunes. That's because they have become American standards, and the singers and musicians I listened to from the 50s on were still singing many of those songs. Think of Brenda Lee singing "Teach Me Tonight," or the Beatles singing "'Til There Was You," Ricky Nelson doing "My Old Flame," or The Lettermen's timeless rendition of "The Way You Look Tonight." And of course just about everyone has done "Summertime" at one time or another. Bobby Darin from my era did a nightclub act that included countless standards covered here by Zinsser. And of course Sinatra was still around when I was young too. I 'discovered' him and his repertoire of all these standards when I was just 20, and have been a fan ever since.You don't have to be Zinsser's age to appreciate this book. You just have to be a fan of great music - the kind that lasts and lasts. EASY TO REMEMBER is so obviously a labor of love for Zinsser, and all the sheet music covers and photos from those years - the 20s through the 60s - are value-added.I won't say I loved this book quite as much as I did Zinsser's most recent memoir, WRITING PLACES, but I did enjoy the hell out of it. It took me back. If you love great music, particularly American standards and show music, you'll wanna read this book. And then get out some of those old records and listen again. Thanks, Bill.