Posted on 12/15/2007 7:46:54 PM PST by UnklGene
TILL THERE WAS YOU - Song of the Week
10 December 2007
Song of the Week #80 by Meredith Willson
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas Ev'rywhere you go...
That's true. Unless you're in Iowa, where it's beginning to look a lot like quadrennial Iowa caucus time ev'rywhere you go. The conjunction of those two events would be justification enough to celebrate Meredith Willson, the great son of Iowa who wrote "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas". But this December marks another landmark event in Willson's life: the 50th anniversary of the opening of his biggest Broadway hit, "The Music Man.", Half-a-century ago, if you were attending previews at the Majestic, just ahead of opening night on the 19th, chances are you left the theatre humming or whistling or singing:
Seventy-Six Trombones
Played the big parade!
A classic showtune - big fat words for big fat notes:
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering!
Thundering!
All along the way
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons
Each bassoon
Having his
Big
Fat
SAY!
"The Music Man" is a very unusual Broadway hit because it's not based on anything. Not on a play, as "My Fair Lady" was. Or on short stories, as "Fiddler On The Roof" was. Or a novel, such as "Show Boat," or a foreign hit, like "Carousel." In an art form almost wholly devoted to the art of adaptation, it's a rarity: an original musical. Even rarer, in an art form founded on the principle of collaboration, "The Music Man" is a one-man musical: Meredith Willson was not just a Music Man," but a Book, Lyrics And Music Man. That's because, rarest of all, The Music Man" is a personal musical, adapted from nothing more than Willson's boyhood in the Iowa of more or less exactly a century ago, with River City serving as a thinly veiled Mason City. Almost anyone else would have written it up as a slim volume of heartwarming rosy-hued reminiscence. But Willson happened to be retailing some light anecdotage to a gaggle of pals one day, and one of them, Frank Loesser, writer of "Baby, It's Cold Outside" and "Once In Love With Amy" and "Two Sleepy People", leapt to his feet in one of those lightbulb moments: "Why don't you write a musical about it?" It had never occurred to Willson to write a musical about his childhood or anything else, but Loesser was by now pacing the floor and working it all out:
Maybe you can start with the fire chief. Let's make him the leader of the town band. Maybe you can play the fire chief. And maybe instead of a pit orchestra, you can have a real brass band in the pit. And you're the leader of the band. You could also be sort of a narrator and talk directly to the people in the audience. That way you could tell everybody about your town. It would be real Americana!
That was 1949, and boy, did it sound easy. "The Music Man" eventually opened on Broadway eight years and 32 script drafts and an entirely rewritten score later. But it was still "real Americana" - with a twist: the tale of a con man who comes to town to sucker the hicks, but winds up losing his heart instead. And all played out against the composer's own home town memories. "I didn't have to make up anything for "The Music Man," said Willson. "All I had to do was remember." He was born in Mason City on May 18th 1902, weighing in at 14lb 6oz - the largest baby ever born in Iowa. Just like Marian the Librarian in the show, his mother gave piano lessons. And there was certainly no shortage of traveling men passing through Mason City in those days: when he came to write The Music Man, Willson found himself recalling a different huckster every time he sat down to conceive "Professor" Harold Hill. Unlike Hill, who claimed to be a graduate of Gary University, Class of '05, when the university had yet to be founded, Meredith Willson was a genuine conservatory guy. He left Iowa for New York to study at Juilliard, and was only 19 when John Philip Sousa made him first flautist of his legendary band. By the age of 22, he was playing in the New York Philharmonic under Toscanini. At 35, he wrote his first symphony. But the music man was an all-kinds-of-music man. He was also musical director for NBC, he scored Charlie Chaplin's film The Great Dictator and was nominated for an Oscar, and he was a recurring character, a lovelorn bachelor, on the Burns & Allen radio show. He wrote the theme song for Tallulah Bankhead's Big Show and most weeks delivered his catchphrase on the air, responding to some query by the star with "Well, sir, Miss Bankhead..."
And, of course, he wrote "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas", one of those Yuletide hits that started fairly modestly but metastasized over the year. It's a song that sings effortlessly: For a conductor and composer, Willson was a pretty fine lyricist. The words and music are so indivisible it's as if they were conceived simultaneously: not many songs nail the union of the two elements half so well. He could certainly write conventional songs. Yet, for "The Music Man," Willson decided to do something a little different. For the music, he went with period flavor - the show is set circa 1912, though the song "Ya Got Trouble" contains a reference to the comic Captain Billy's Whiz-Bang, which didn't get going till 1919. But don't get too hung up on details: River City feels like Mason City would have done somewhere on the cusp of the oughts and the teens. So Willson wrote music of the kind you'd have heard back then - whether Sousa marches, or parlor ballads, or barbershop quartets. "Lida Rose" was so plausible that these days barbershop quartets include it in their repertoire with "Sweet Adeline" and all the other genuine turn-of-the-century stuff. But Willson didn't merely write a pastiche song, he embedded it in a score. Aside from being a lovely barbershop tune, "Lida Rose" is also sung contrapuntally against "Will I Ever Tell You?," just as "Goodnight, My Someone" is a dreamy, slowed-down three-quarter-time modification of "76 Trombones." For a show that's often dismissed as a hokey crowd-pleaser - especially alongside the 1957 season's supposedly more demanding West Side Story - the music is very skilled, and has a real logic to it: Why are "Goodnight, My Someone" and "76 Trombones" essentially two takes on the same theme? Because Marian the Librarian and Professor Hill have, as Willson put it, "something more in common than meets the eye" - even if it takes them a while to figure it out.
But the triple-threat author saved his greatest innovation for the lyrics. The songs relied not so much on rhymes, as on a kind of rhythmic dialogue. Here's the opening number, the train crossing into Iowa, and the traveling men gabbing away:
Cash for the noggins and the pickins and the frickins
Cash for the hogshead cask and demijohn...
And then the conversation turns to Harold Hill:
He’s a music man.
He’s a what? He’s a what?
He’s a music man and he sells clarinets
To the kids in the town...
Set to the clicketty-clack of the train chugging down the tracks, it’s a kind of vernacular recitative. Willson wasn’t anybody’s idea of a revolutionary, but on Broadway this was distinctive and very effective. Motoring through Iowa a couple of caucus seasons back, Slate’s “Chatterbox” columnist, Timothy Noah, went so far as to propose Willson’s rhythmic dialogue as the progenitor of rap:
"White people stole rock’n’roll and jazz and nearly every other indigenous form of popular music from blacks, and the black community is right to be annoyed about that.
But Chatterbox invites readers to consider that African-Americans exacted revenge by stealing rap music from Meredith Willson, possibly the whitest man who ever lived.
Hmm. Well, in the sense that these days the music biz has got Trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with G and that stands for Gangsta Rap, he might be on to something. But, whatever its broader claims, in "The Music Man" it was fresh. Almost every musical challenge presented to the composer was resolved in a novel way – a sung-dialogue scene played out against a child pianist practicing his scales, for example. Best of all were the big setpieces for Harold Hill, memorably played on stage and screen by the wonderful Robert Preston, a very distant umpteenth choice for the lead after everyone from Danny Kaye to Gene Kelly had declined the show. Hitherto, Preston had mostly played Hollywood bad guys, and the producers were worried his singing voice wasn’t strong enough. But at auditions they used “Ya Got Trouble” and, unlike the trained singers with the big voices, Preston got it. It's a perfectly musicalized salesman’s patter:
May I have your attention, please
Attention, please!
I can deal with your trouble, friends
With a wave of my hand
This very hand...
There were more lyrical moments for Professor Harold Hill. This is one that always reminds me of my own childhood. My father loved the Music Man cast album and he pretty much wore out the LP. Whatever room of the house I was in, you could hear this playing from some distant corner. And, if Robert Preston wasn’t singing it, my dad usually was, while shaving or putting on a pot of tea:
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
Not Louisiana
Paris, France, New York or Rome
But Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana
My home, sweet home…
It’s a simple jingle with a very clever shift of emphasis in the recapitulation of “Indiana” that’s just enough to keep it interesting. I remember a Marvel comic around that time – was it Spider-Man or Daredevil? – and whichever superhero it is is sitting around in his civvies pickin’ an’ a-grinnin’ on the guitar::
Gary, Indiana
Gary, Indiana…
Mary Jane or Gwen Stacy or whoever the gal was comes up and says slightly mockingly, “Hey, hot licks from The Music Man. Cool.” It was never cool, but it put Gary, Indiana on the map. New York, New York may be a helluva town, and Chicago my kind of town, but for millions who’d never been anywhere near the place, Gary, Indiana was the most mellifluous burg in America’s musical gazetteer. Some years ago, I got to visit it for the first time. “What’s it like?” asked my dad. “It’s the murder capital of America,” I said.
He refused to believe it. In his and a million others’ minds, in Gary, Indiana, it’s always 1905 and Harold Hill is about to graduate from a conservatory of music that does not yet exist. In a score with such a pleasing unity, critics faulted only one number – the love ballad. “The only jarring lapse in musical fidelity,” wrote Gerald Bordman in his great study of Broadway, “was the show’s most popular love song …which had a distinctly late thirties or early forties sound”:
There were bells on the hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till There Was You...
I can see Bordman’s point: It’s in classic mid-century AABA form – main theme, reprise, middle section, back to main theme – which wasn’t common in 1912, in Iowa or anywhere else. But in form, like “Iowa Stubborn” or “Rock Island”, it has a character all its own. Like the patter, it’s not big on rhyme. There’s really only one, held over (like “your step” and “doorstep” in “Sunny Side Of The Street”) from one section to the next. That “ringing” from the first A passage is finally rhymed in the second:
There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till There Was You...
And then wrapped up in the finale:
There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till There Was You!
And in between comes an entirely unrhymed middle section:
And there was music
And there were wonderful roses
They tell me
In sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew...
Which doesn't look like much on paper but sings just beautifully. Barbara Cook introduced it on stage, but Shirley Jones got the role on screen – a state of affairs Miss Cook alluded to many years later in an autobiographical number about a Broadway “Ingenue”:
And movie roles she moans to do
They give to Shirley Jones to do…
But Shirley did it very well, trilling “Till There Was You” with aching sincerity. Meanwhile, four thousand miles away from River City, in Liverpool, a young lad called Paul McCartney was just getting into rock’n’roll. But his cousin, Bett Robbins, was into Peggy Lee and, on her occasional babysitting nights with Paul and his brother, it was Bett who controlled the Dansette. Paul ended up developing quite a taste for Peggy Lee, as did John Lennon, who couldn’t stand Sinatra but thought Peg was a different kettle of fish. In 1961, her single of “Till There Was You” was a modest hit on the British charts, and Paul thought it was just another great Peggy Lee record. I sat next to him once at a British songwriters’ get-together and, in an effort to avoid more problematic conversational topics such as “Mull Of Kintyre” or “Wonderful Christmas Time”, I asked him about “Till There Was You”. He said he'd had no idea until years later that it was from "The Music Man," but he liked the simplicity of the song and of Peg’s arrangement. And so, when the Beatles auditioned for Decca Records a few months later, “Till There Was You” was one of the numbers they offered. They didn’t get a contract, but they kept the song in the act at the Star Club in Hamburg, and when they released the album With The Beatles in Britain in 1963 Meredith Willson’s show tune for an Iowa librarian was bang in the middle among all the Lennon & McCartney stuff. They performed it before the Queen at the Royal Command Performance in 1963 and in their smasheroo appearance on “The Ed Sullivan Show” in America the following year.
The Beatles’ version is really a cover of the Peggy Lee record, but George Martin keeps it very spare: acoustic guitars and Ringo on restrained bongos. Paul’s vocal is sincere and affecting. In his best songs from immediately afterwards – “Yesterday”, “Here, There And Everywhere” – he seems to be striving for the simplicity he found in “Till There Was You”. It’s the only showtune ever recorded by the Beatles and, if you think that’s just ‘cause an executive suit at Parlophone made them cover it, think again: It’s still in Paul’s act 45 years later.
As for Meredith Willson, after years as conductor, arranger and Tallulah Bankhead’s second banana, he looked set for a grand reign as Broadway’s music man. There was a second musical, The Unsinkable Molly Brown, and a couple of other things. But lightning didn’t strike twice. Every so often, someone comes along with just one show in them and they pour it out, and then that’s it. When Jonathan Larson died on the eve of Rent’s opening a decade ago, the papers were full of Broadway professionals mourning what might have been, all the other musicals he would never go on to write. But Rent, for which he wrote book, music and lyrics, felt as personal to Larson as The Music Man was to Willson: two different worlds, but in each case it was the only one the author knew, the only story he had to tell. The Music Man is beloved by high schools and summer stock, and will sing as long as any “Americana” does. And in my mind’s ear I always hear a strange mélange, Ringo’s bongos and Shirley Jones’ voice:
There were bells on the hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till There Was You... TILL THERE WAS YOU
have they dropped the case yet ?
Steyn has a lot of breadth and depth.
Thanks for posting this. I learned something.
Great. When he does one of these musical pieces, they are always wonderful.
. . . with one key difference. Meredith Willson was great and rap s@#%s.
What happened to American entertainment? We had entertainment without smut..with real humor..with imagination and style.
My father was a part time vaudville singer..and I grew up with home entertainment of a homemade source and professional entertainment that you could take the whole family to. What happened? Have we lost our imagination?
Have we lost true creativity?
Stan Freberg also did a good version of “Ya Got Trouble.” And rap was not only stolen from Meredith Willson, I also have recordings of old car commercials from the late 50’s-early ‘60s in which the jingle singers are chanting the lyics, sans melody, over a snare drum beat. Very white, but definitely rap, and invented by Madison Avenue ad men in gray flannel suits. Probably the same people who market rap today, come to think of it.
Great post. Thanks.
Steyn overlooked one key Wilson composition, the one most often played in his home state, THE IOWA FIGHT SONG!!! Otherwise an excellent piece. I never new he was the biggest baby ever in Iowa, 14 lbs, 6 oz.
I was just thinking the same thing.
Bump
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