Last week, there was a surprise birthday party at my house for my best friend, whose taste in music and mine has very little overlap. I decided it would be pandering to put on the CDs he’s burned for me, and a little too bizarre a combination to put on the overlaps (Mark Knopfler, Liz Phair, and Elvis Costello), so instead I put on a bunch of jazz/standards by the pros – Ella, Louis, Frank, Errol, Billie, Sarah, etc. And I haven’t gotten around to reloading the player with the “usual” stuff – a combination of African, Brazilian, and jazz piano – so I’ve been listening to these CDs for the last week.
Three of them are from a collection called American Songbook, with one disk each dedicated to Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, and George Gershwin, so I’ve been thinking a lot about these three men, clearly the giants of the field. (Yeah, Johnny Mercer, Hoagy Carmichael, Harold Arlen-- but in terms of the numbers of songs, they’re not close. Ellington, yes – but in terms of his songs being covered by everyone in sight, really, not so much. But feel free to discuss this amongst yourselves.)
Here’s my current take on them:
Irving Berlin is too corny. He has, of course, written a couple of great, great songs – “Blue Skies” comes to mind – but a lot of his stuff is just schlock. “Easter Parade”? Puh-leeze. “Count Your Blessing {Instead of Sheep)” – my teeth hurt. His stuff just isn’t as timeless as that of the other two: “Alexander’s Ragtime Band” hasn’t aged well, and neither has “Puttin’ on the Ritz” (and you know how I worship Fred Astaire).
Cole Porter: Serious points for having written my most favorite love song ever, “Night and Day.” Extremely serious points for writing his own lyrics. “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” “So In Love,” “Anything Goes,” “You’re the Top” – and, of course, “Don’t Fence Me In.” A contender – but, overall, too brittle, too precious, too little honest feeling.
So I have to give it to George Gershwin. “How Long Has This Been Going On,” “Summertime,” “The Man I Love,” “Fascinatin’ Rhythm” " 'S Wonderful," on and on. Yeah, he had lyricists – but his brother Ira was pretty damn good at what he did, too. And as a composer – well, for the first few notes of “Rhapsody in Blue” alone, he takes it all.
What do you think?