The Great American Songbook (see Alec Wilder) is a compendium of outstanding music. Hundreds of selections. Broadway shows (mainly) then film and written otherwise.
You don’t think winning the war and the Baby Boom was by accident, do you?
How would it feel to have a near-seamless culture?
Wonder, do you, about mixed-race couples seen on that TV you’ve failed to throw out?
The promotion of non-American (inferior) starts a long while back.
But from 1949 to 1962 saw recording improvements and high fidelity sound systems for home use to complement artistic efforts.
My son went off to grad school after the Marine Coros in 2015, so I got off my duff and started to acquaint him with the great arrangers of the era. We’d already covered symphonic and operatic works across a range.
Instruments — like men — want to be free.
The Europeans (god bless them) didn’t seem to have the gene for swing
In America, those ancient instruments came alive. Again. It’s not really that much different than the effect Beethoven had on the audience in his first performances. It can be (ha!) electrifying.
Is one’s response, “I know what I like!”
That translates, musically, as, “I like what I know”.
When the TRAINED RESPONSE is, “do I like it?”, one is a child. Thats nothing to do with whether the many assembled components are good enough to get airborne.
Believe in barriers to understanding such as,
“That’s my Grandads music” (?).
There’s no such division in existence.
It’s a hit from the first three notes. Dead center. 1960 recording at legendary Studio A at Capitol Records in Los Angeles. Nominated Grammy for Single, Album and Performer.
One “thinks” it’s Sinatra. But it’s more Riddles arrangement. That is the thing to listen to: what instruments and when. Phrasing.
In fact, one can’t find a singer (who is an instrument after all) who doesn’t sound their best with the Nelson Riddle Orchestra. Definitive.
The collaborations lift the notes and lyrics right off the page.
Remember that we were going somewhere?
It’s said that music is really the spaces between the notes.
I’d say that the distances therein were becoming revealing.
What American believed that the sky above us was any longer the limit?
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