- Welcome to University Place Presents .
I'm Norman Gilliland.
The 4th of July, Thanksgiving.
Those are great times to celebrate American music,
but actually, any day will do.
And we're going to celebrate American music
with a sampling of 200 years of American song,
featuring Trevor Stephenson
and his talented quartet of singers.
? To Anacreon in heaven ?
? Where he sat in full glee ?
? A few sons of Harmony sent a petition ?
? That he their inspirer and patron would be ?
? When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian ?
? Voice, fiddle, and flute ?
? No longer be mute ?
? I'll lend you my name and inspire you to boot ?
? And, besides I'll instruct you, like me, to intwine ?
? The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine ?
? O say can you see, by the dawn's early light ?
? What so proudly we hailed ?
? At the twilight's last gleaming ?
? Whose broad stripes and bright stars ?
? Through the perilous fight ?
? O'er the ramparts we watched ?
? Were so gallantly streaming ?
? And the rocket's red glare ?
? The bombs bursting in air ?
? Gave proof through the night ?
? That our flag was still there ?
? O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave ?
? O'er the land of the free ?
? And the home of the brave ?
- Was it my imagination, Trevor,
or was it a lot easier to sing as a drinking song?
[both laughing]
- Well, it's probably harder without a ball park around.
- That's true, yeah.
- But it's amazing that it's the same song,
with a few accidentals changed here and there.
- Right, not the official national anthem
till 1931, so a lot of time to make those changes
over the years.
- Right, so it begins, in its first form,
as an English gentleman's club song
written by William Stafford Smith,
and those are the original words.
There are, of course, something like 10 or 12 verses to it,
which I'm sure they just went on and on,
winding up as they went and-- - Did you say winding up
or wining up? - Wining up, and lots of,
I mean, it's all about Bacchus,
and Anacreon, right, the god of having a good time,
or at least an early poet of having a good time.
So that tune is in the air,
and is quite well-known when Francis Scott Key,
in 1812, while he's watching the Battle of Fort McHenry,
he writes his own poem, which we know
as "The Star-Spangled Banner," to that existing tune,
"Anacreon in Heaven."
And so, that's how it all gets fused together.
It's called a parody technique,
writing new words to old tunes,
and so everybody would have been able
to jump on board, but, as you said,
not till the 1930s does it become the national anthem.
- Well, before we go further,
introduce our talented singers.
- Yes, this has been just a joyous week here.
I'll start here on this end with our bass,
Michael Hawes, he's from Chicago.
We're just thrilled he came up to Madison
for this fun few days.
Thank you, Michael.
And next to him is Nola Richardson,
soprano from New York City.
We've worked together a lot
and we just, thanks for jumping on an airplane
and coming out, and next to her is alto,
mezzo-alto, [laughing] Clara Osowski,
from Minneapolis, and actually just back from England.
So that was a lot of flying for you as well.
And Scott Brunscheen, who lives now in Des Moines,
he's singing tenor, he's lived all over the place
and is now teaching at Drake in Des Moines.
- We'll stay in the 18th century for a while.
There was American music other than,
of course, "To Anacreon in Heaven,"
and "The Star-Spangled Banner,"
being composed in the 18th century,
and some real colorful characters emerge, don't they?
- We'll start with William Billings,
and two pieces by him, one called "The Bird,"
which is a very religious text, a beautiful poem,
why I'm like a bird, always flying from God
even though God is trying to take care of me,
and then the second one is called "Africa."
The name has nothing to do with the text,
it's just a simply very evangelical Isaac Watts text,
so Africa doesn't play in it,
but that was something they liked to do,
kind of have puzzling titles to pieces.
It was a game.
William Billings was quite a character.
He's born in 1746, he's a Bostonian.
He's not particularly educated.
He's self-taught as a musician.
He's a tanner by trade.
He was one of the most
asymmetrical-looking people ever,
with one short leg and one eye,
and with snuff paraphernalia dangling all over him.
He was completely addicted to snuff.
Apparently, not particularly elegant of speech, either,
except when he talked music,
people say you knew you were talking to a real musician.
- Norman: And some of it sounds a little,
even to our ears today, a little avant-garde,
some of those pieces by Billings.
- He wrote pieces that have quite pungent dissonances
deliberately interjected into them,
a little bit as a precursor to the great Charles Ives,
who we'll get to later.
So maybe it's just in the American water.
[laughing]
- Norman: And then we also have Quakers?
- Right, and then after the Billings pieces,
we'll have two Quaker tunes,
"Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing,"
and then "My Life Flows on in Endless Song,"
and that's followed by a Shaker tune, "Give Good Gifts."
Those are all part of the great 19th century
American religious revivals that were,
the 19th century was really a strong time
for that, and the music is spectacular,
so we'll sample that.
[gentle piano music]
? Since I have placed my trust in God ?
? A refuge always nigh ?
? Why should I, like a timorous bird ?
? To distant mountains fly ?
? Why should I ? ? Why should I ?
? Like a timorous bird ? ? Why should I ?
? Like a timorous bird ?
? To distant mountains fly ? ? Like a timorous bird ?
? To distant mountains fly ? ? To distant mountains fly ?
? Why should I ?
? Like a timorous bird ? ? Distant mountains fly ?
? To distant mountains fly ?
? To distant mountains ?
? To distant mountains fly ?
? Now shall my inward joys arise ?
? And burst into a song ?
? Almighty love inspires my heart ?
? And pleasure tunes my tongue ?
? God on his thirsty Sion Hill ?
? Some mercy drops has thrown ?
? And solemn oaths have bound his love ?
? To shower salvation down ?
? Deep on the palms of both my hands ?
? I have engraved her name ?
? My hands shall raise her ruined walls ?
? And build her broken frame ?
[gentle piano music]
? Come, thou fount of every blessing ?
? Tune our hearts to sing thy grace ?
? Streams of mercy, never ceasing ?
? Call for songs of loudest praise ?
? While the hope of life's perfection ?
? Fills our hearts with joy and love ?
? Teach us ever to be faithful ?
? May we still thy goodness prove ?
? Come, thou fount of every vision ?
? Lift our eyes to what may come ?
? See the lion and the young lamb ?
? Dwell together in thy home ?
? Hear the cries of war fall silent ?
? Feel our love glow like the sun ?
? When we all serve one another ?
? Then our heaven is begun ?
[gentle piano music]
? My life flows on in endless song ?
? Above earth's lamentation ?
? I hear the real, though far off hymn ?
? That hails the new creation ?
? Through all the tumult and the strife ?
? I hear the music ringing ?
? It sounds an echo in my soul ?
? How can I keep from singing ?
[gentle piano music]
? Give good gifts one to another ?
? Peace, joy, and comfort gladly bestow ?
? Harbor no ill 'gainst sister nor brother ?
? Smooth life's journey, as you onward go ?
? Give good gifts one to another ?
? Peace, joy, and comfort gladly bestow ?
? Harbor no ill 'gainst sister or brother ?
? Smooth life's journey, as you onward go ?
? Broad as the sunshine, free as the showers ?
? So shed an influence, blessing to prove ?
? Give for the noblest of efforts your pow'rs ?
? Blest and be blest ?
? Is the law of love ?
[audience applauding]
- Lovely stuff.
You know, there's one star up here
that we haven't talked about yet.
- [laughing] Yes, who is this here?
And is it even American?
And the answer is no, it's a European import.
This is an 1855, circa 1855 Viennese Bösendorfer piano
that made its way here, actually,
probably in the 1970s or '80s.
Its magic is that it's all wooden in construction.
It has no metal plate in it,
so it is kind of a massive guitar, in a way.
There's just two little struts in there.
It also has the old German action in it,
which is still an 18th century style,
fortepiano action, very, very responsive,
it's a very quick action,
but you can hear quite a mellow sound
in many different registers,
the top and the bottom and everything in between,
sound more like soprano, tenor, alto, and bass,
and it's, those zones are there.
It's a long story about how it got here,
and we don't have time for it,
but it ended up in Milwaukee in the 1980s
and along with about 40 other of these instruments.
I spent about two years rebuilding this
and restringing it, and with period wire
and hammer parts and things like that.
So we're so glad, and you can see it's made from the age
of just love of wood, it was just,
the wood grain is magnificent.
I'm trying to think of anything,
oh, I guess the man who made it,
Ignaz Bösendorfer, ran the factory.
He was at the end of his life
when this was made in the 1850s.
When he started around 1810, 1815,
making pianos in Vienna,
he would have, I mean, Beethoven and Schubert
would have been their clients.
This is kind of a rearguard action,
1850s instrument, but really looking back,
really to the late 18th century aesthetic.
It's just really fun to play,
and we've been moving it around a lot.
- And contemporary with our next composer,
by one of those remarkable coincidences of history,
July 4th, 1826, John Adams dies,
Thomas Jefferson dies, it's the 50th anniversary
of the Declaration of Independence,
and Stephen Foster is born. - Is born.
On the same day. - All the same day.
- July 4th-- - 1826.
- 1826, right.
So a good day. - Yeah.
- And as Foster is born, just near Pittsburgh,
which a lot of people don't know,
he always seems like a Mason-Dixon composer.
- Norman: Sure.
- But he is a Northerner, and he makes a living
as a songwriter for quite some time.
One of his first big hits is "Oh! Susanna,"
which we'll be doing in this next set.
- About 1847? - Right.
He's publishing, he's doing all right,
he's a very careful, he works quite carefully.
He's not a performer.
He likes to write songs, and of course,
his tunes are largely lifted
from people he would have heard,
I mean, borrowing was perfectly fine.
But I think his magic is that he always,
he wrote his own words and he was able
to make the words really add up to the tune,
to what they were saying, and that fusion
is what we respond to.
Besides the tunes themselves being great,
there something about the way the words are working as well.
- And they would have been particularly poignant,
a lot of them, for people of his time.
"Hard Times, Come Again No More," certainly,
people were familiar with hard times in this country
in the 1850s and '60s.
You mentioned, "Oh! Susanna,"
which is one of his most buoyant tunes.
- He actually at one point said that "Hard Times"
was his favorite of his own songs,
or the one that he enjoyed-- - Possibly he could--
- He enjoyed. - Relate to it most,
as they say. [Trevor laughing]
- And just one other thing,
the last song we'll be doing
of the Stephen Foster set is called
"The Voices That Are Gone,"
and he wrote it during the Civil War,
of course, the country is in extreme crisis,
and the music business is also in crisis,
publishing is really going away.
He's writing some war songs, which are not his strong suit,
but he writes this beautiful, ghostly poem,
"The Voices That are Gone,"
and sets it in the key of C major,
which in the old tuning systems
that we have on here today, C major was the most,
kind of unreal sounding of all keys,
the purest in many ways.
- And I think Jeanie will put in an appearance too?
- Yeah, "As I Dream of Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair,"
she will be here as well. - All right.
[footsteps tapping]
[gentle piano music]
? Let us pause in life's pleasures ?
? And count its many tears ?
? While we all sup sorrow with the poor ?
? There's a song that will linger forever in our ears ?
? Oh, hard times come again no more ?
? 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary ?
? Hard Times, hard times ?
? Come again no more ?
? Many days you have lingered around my cabin door ?
? Oh, hard times come again no more ?
[gentle piano music]
? 'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave ?
? 'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore ?
? 'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave ?
? Oh, hard times come again no more ?
? 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary ?
? Hard Times, hard times ?
? Come again no more ?
? Many days you have lingered around my cabin door ?
? Oh, hard times come again no more ?
[gentle piano music]
[peppy piano music]
? I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee ?
? And I'm goin' to Louisiana my true love for to see ?
? It rained all night the day I left ?
? The weather it was dry ?
? The sun so hot I froze to death ?
? Susanna, don't you cry ?
? Oh, Susanna ?
? Oh, don't you cry for me ?
? 'Cause I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee ?
[peppy piano music]
? I had a dream the other night ?
? When everything was still ?
? I thought I saw Susanna dear ?
? A comin' down the hill ?
? A red, red rose was in her hand ?
? A tear was in her eye ?
? I said I come from Dixieland ?
? Susanna, don't you cry ?
? Oh, Susanna ?
? Oh, don't you cry for me ?
? 'Cause I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee ?
[pages rustling]
[gentle piano music]
? I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair ?
? Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air ?
? I see her tripping where the bright waters play ?
? Happy as the daisies that dance on her way ?
? Many were the wild tones her merry voice would pour ?
? Many were the blithe birds who warbled them o'er ?
? I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair ?
? Floating, like a vapor ?
? On the soft summer air ?
[gentle piano music]
? When the twilight shades fall o'er me ?
? And the evening star appears ?
? Memory brings the past before me ?
? Joys and sorrows, smiles and tears ?
? Then again bright eyes are gleaming ?
? With the love once in them shone ?
? Then like music heard when dreaming ?
? Come the voices that are gone ?
? Once again bright eyes are gleaming ?
? With the light that in them shone ?
? Then like music heard when dreaming ?
? Come the voices that are gone ?
[gentle piano music]
? Sweet as wood dove's note when calling ?
? To her mate as night draws on ?
? Soft as snowflakes lightly falling ?
? Come the voices that are gone ?
? Voices heard in days of childhood ?
? Softly at the hour of prayer ?
? Or loud ringing through the wildwood ?
? When the young heart knew no care ?
? Once again bright eyes are gleaming ?
? With the light that in them shone ?
? Then like music heard when dreaming ?
? Come the voices that are gone ?
[gentle piano music]
[audience applauding]
- Thank you.
- One of the romantic tragedies of American music,
Stephen Foster dies at 37 with 38 cents in his pocket
and a slip of paper that says,
"Dear friends and gentle hearts."
- Wow. [laughing]
In New York City, yeah, hard times for him too.
Publishing business had really gone down
and money was quite scarce.
- There were some songwriters at that time,
though, the Civil War that were doing pretty well.
- Exactly. - One of them
was George F. Root, best known
for "Tenting on the Old Campground."
- And "The Battle Cry of Freedom."
- "Battle Cry of Freedom." - Yeah,
but "Tenting on the Old Campground."
Or new campground, sometimes, it gets mixed up.
- It was somebody else's campground last night,
but now it's ours, yeah. - Exactly.
George Root published it, war songs during the war,
and they were quite successful
and we're going to do one of them here,
and then "The Battle Cry of Freedom"
will appear as a little snippet
in the last Ives song that we'll do.
- Well, Charles Ives, well, we could go on
and we could do a series of shows about Charles Ives.
- We should. - I know you're a big fan
of him. - I am.
- He was an innovator.
And you say, "Oh, you're talking about music?"
Well, not right away.
I'm talking about insurance.
Charles Ives had a big day job.
He was an insurance executive,
created the concept of estate planning,
which is popular with many
of our broadcast institutions today.
- [laughing] That's right.
- And I think also created the concept
of training insurance executives.
But at night, he was one heck of a composer.
- Right, so he had, a true American example,
businessman, great composer,
and an innovative composer taught by his father to be so.
Charles Ives' father, George Edward Ives,
was a virtuoso cornet player
who ended up in the Union army at the age of 17
and was in battle situations in the East,
who came back from the war, he survived it,
set up shop and married and had a family
in Danbury, Connecticut, and Charles Ives,
the composer, is born about, in 1874 or so.
George Edward taught Charles Ives to play
in one key while singing in another, the same song.
[Norman chuckling]
And also, they tuned their two pianos,
for an experiment, they would tune the pianos
a quarter step apart, and bitonality, polytonality
was a big part of their language.
It's hard to imagine this going on in the 1880s
in this little town in Connecticut,
that perhaps the most experimental think tank of all,
and Charles Ives, one of his great memories
is of childhood, watching two bands come into town
from the opposite ends of town,
playing different songs in different keys,
and he's sitting on a hill trying to assemble it.
And you can hear it in all of this music.
It's incredible how he makes sense out of it.
- I had, unbeknownst to me, one time,
two turntables going at the same time,
and I thought I was playing Ives,
but it was actually [audience laughing]
two different things going at the same time.
- I think at one point he said, "What's wrong?
"Are my ears on backwards?"
[both laughing]
- Norman: And he had trouble getting acceptance
in the musical establishment.
His father, though, I understand was quite a cornet player.
- Yeah, absolutely.
And again, in the Union Army
and then gone on through his life,
and his father had played recitals
of all Schubert songs, just cornet and piano,
with no words, and with dizzying beauty as well.
And the Ives pieces that we'll do here,
the first one is a very avant-garde,
about a leopard in a cage, pacing back and forth,
and there's also two little girls playing
in the backyard in the second song.
There is "Shall We Gather at the River,"
with chords that perhaps even Oscar Peterson
wouldn't have thought of,
amazingly innovative jazz chords to that,
to the old hymn tune, "At the River,"
and then we'll end with a World War I song,
"He is There," which has, of course,
in Ives' inimitable fashion, all sorts of Civil War tunes
piled in on top of it, and it's a big parade.
And I will be joined at the bench for that one
by someone. - Oh, spoiler alert, okay.
George Root once, and then four from Charles Ives.
[gentle piano music]
? Just before the battle, mother ?
? I am thinking most of you ?
? While upon the field we're watching ?
? With the enemy in view ?
? Comrades, brave, are round me lying ?
? Filled with thoughts of home and God ?
? For well they know that on the morrow ?
? Some will sleep beneath the sod ?
? Farewell, mother, you may never ?
? You may never, mother ?
? Press me to your heart again ?
? But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother ?
? You will not forget me ?
? If I'm numbered with the slain ?
[pages rustling]
[discordant piano music]
? A leopard went around his cage ?
? From one side back to the other side ?
? He stopped only when the keeper came around with meat ?
? A boy who had been there three hours ?
? Began to wonder ?
? Is life anything like that ?
[gentle piano music]
? On sunny days in our backyard ?
? Two little flowers are seen ?
? One dressed, at times, in brightest pink ?
? And one in green ?
? The marigold is radiant ?
? The rose passing fair ?
? The violet is ever dear ?
? The orchid, ever rare ?
? There's loveliness in wild flowers ?
? Of field or wide savanna ?
? But fairest, rarest of them all ?
? Are Edith and Susanna ?
[gentle piano ending notes]
[gentle piano music]
? Shall we gather at the river ?
? Where bright angel feet have trod ?
? With its crystal tide forever ?
? Flowing by the throne of God ?
? Gather at the river ?
? Yes, we'll gather at the river ?
? The beautiful, the beautiful river ?
? Yes, we'll gather at the river ?
? That flows by the throne of God ?
? Shall we gather ?
? Shall we gather at the river ?
- Right here.
[upbeat piano music]
? Fifteen years ago today ?
? A little Yankee, little Yankee boy ?
? Marched beside his granddaddy ?
? In the Decoration Day parade ?
? The village band would play those old war tunes ?
? And the GAR would shout ?
? Hip, hip, hooray in the same old way ?
? As it sounded on the old camp ground ?
? That boy has sailed o'er the ocean ?
- Singers: Hooray!
? He is there, he is there, he is there ?
? He's fighting for the right ?
? But when it comes to might ?
? He is there, he is there, he is there ?
? As the Allies beat up all the warlords ?
? He'll be there, he'll be there ?
? And then the world will shout ?
? The battle cry of freedom ?
? Tenting on a new campground ?
? For it's rally round the flag, boys ?
? Rally once again ?
? Shouting the battle cry of freedom ?
[audience applauding]
- Norman: A multi-talented crew we have here.
- Bass singer and piccolo player, right, yeah.
- Norman: So they covered it, Alpha and Omega, there.
- Yes, right.
And I hope everyone could hear,
there were just all sorts of songs,
with the National Anthem quoted right at the end.
[plays snippet]
But in an off measure.
I mean, it's just, it's really madness.
- And Charles Ives did some, what shall we say?
Remarkable recordings of that song in some areas.
- Playing the piano and him singing--
- In a different key, or something.
- Oh yeah, who knows.
Toward the end of his life, he made that recording,
yeah, he did. - There's a composer,
actually, pretty much a contemporary of Charles Ives
whose very name, I'll call it a name change
over the course of time,
says a lot about her career,
and you might say rising fortunes
and things that she had to work against early on.
Originally known, even, I think, in the 1970s,
when her recordings first really became known,
or recordings of her music,
known as Mrs. H.H.A. Beach, but gradually,
getting a fuller recognition as Amy Beach,
and sometimes considered
the first major American woman composer.
- Absolutely.
She published during her lifetime.
She was a great pianist.
She's really a child prodigy, to be honest,
and did a lot of playing with orchestras
and in chamber music, and toured Europe
and things like that.
But she published, she wrote quite a bit
of chamber music, symphonic works,
and a lot of songs, which we'll hear a couple of them here.
She lived mostly in Boston,
and was born, I guess, what had you said?
- 1867? - I think she
and our next artist, Scott Joplin,
are born around the same year.
- That's right.
- And absolutely, stuck to her guns,
and she is an American composer.
She's not using American folk tunes or anything, so much.
She'd listened to a lot of Brahms and Schumann,
you could tell, but she somehow weaves it
into an American spell,
and we're so glad she took the trouble,
in a time when, when you read reviews
of her music during her lifetime,
it was just, well, the things we wish
they hadn't have said like, it's great music
but it's written by a woman.
And it's just awful to stomach.
- It's kind of a mixed blessing for us,
in a sense, in that her arrangement with her husband,
and I guess it wasn't all that unusual at the time,
was that she was not to take lessons,
she was not to teach piano,
and she could play only twice a year,
and that had to be for charity,
because all those things were considered lower class,
and he was a very well-to-do--
- He was a prominent doctor, yeah.
- The silver lining being that maybe
that gave her more time for composing.
And she did compose major things,
symphonies and masses as well as songs.
- Yeah, so a very, very, an amazing figure.
And we're gonna do, these two pieces that we'll do,
one is a very short soprano and piano song
based on a Robert Browning poem,
which many people know, the year's in the spring,
the lark's on the wing, and God's in his heaven,
all's right with the world, a wonderful setting
in the key of D flat,
and then "Peace be with You,"
a very spiritual a capella quartet setting after that.
Amy Beach.
[gentle piano music]
? The year's at the spring ?
? And day's at the morn ?
? Morning's at seven ?
? The hillside's dew pearled ?
? The year's at the spring ?
? And day's at the morn ?
? The lark's on the wing ?
? The snail's on the thorn ?
? God's in his heaven ?
? All is right ?
? All's right with the world ?
[gentle piano music]
? Peace I leave with you ?
? I leave with you my peace ?
? My peace ?
? I give unto you ?
? Not as the world giveth ?
? Give I unto you ?
? Let not your heart be troubled ?
? Let not your heart ?
? Your heart be troubled ?
[audience applauding]
- Well, there's one composer whose years
really pretty much define a whole little era of music,
if we say 1898 to 1917. - Right, Scott Joplin.
Born in Texas and his father was a freed slave,
his mother was cleaning houses,
but this is right after the Civil War,
and Scott Joplin was free, somewhat free to travel
in those days, even through the South,
and musicians were gathering in all sorts
of interesting places,
particularly tied to railroad towns,
and he ends up at the Chicago World's Fair, 1893,
and then in Sedalia, Missouri,
where two of the big railroad lines cross.
Musicians were, could work in all sorts
of taverns and other things like that, churches and taverns.
And he did.
But also, a new style was emerging.
It was, they eventually called it ragtime,
mixing a left hand of marches and quadrilles
with the syncopated melodic material
from the Caribbean and African influences,
and fusing these into this incredibly infectious style
with rhythmic drive, and then also kind of a floating,
feathering melody that moves quite quickly in most cases.
Joplin writes the "Maple Leaf Rag" around 1897, 1898,
in Sedalia, Missouri.
John Stark, a publisher, picks it up.
Joplin is smart enough to not give away the rights to it,
greatest rag ever written,
and actually gets royalties throughout his life.
- Yes, and we're not more than,
speaking of dancing, a skip and a jump away
from that most American of institutions, Broadway,
by the time we get to Joplin, 1917,
the end, really, of the ragtime era,
really just a few years until you have
this real blossoming of musical theater in America.
- The Gershwin brothers are coming
and all sorts of great Broadway is--
- Norman: Irving Berlin? - It's in the '20s.
And we will, the next song is by Richard Rodgers
with his first lyricist partner, Lorenz Hart,
from a show that comes in around, in 1930,
called Babes in Arms , and it's a famous song,
everyone knows it, it's "My Funny Valentine,"
just a beautiful fusion of lyrics and tune.
It's set in the key of great gravitas, C minor.
So how's that for a Valentine's present?
- Norman: [laughing] Right?
Happy Valentine's Day. - Yeah, you're right.
[laughing] So we'll do that,
and then followed by Cole Porter,
"Anything Goes," which also is in C minor,
moving to C major, and the Porter, of course,
is genius in this song is talking about
how times have changed and what used to be risqué
is now just everyday, and of course,
that clock continues to move on.
[both laughing]
- Norman: And he sang versions of it
that were risqué, just for fun.
I mean, he had constant fun with this song.
- There's a recording of Porter singing
about eight verses of this with all,
stepping on all sorts of contemporaries of his time.
[laughing] So anyway, we'll do "Funny Valentine,"
and then "Anything Goes."
[footsteps tapping]
[gentle piano music]
? Behold the way our fine feathered friend ?
? His virtue doth parade ?
? Thou knowest not my dim-witted friend ?
? The picture thou hast made ?
? Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair ?
? Conceal thy good intent ?
? Thou noble, upright, truthful, sincere ?
? And slightly dopey gent ?
? You're my funny valentine ?
? Sweet comic valentine ?
? You make me smile with my heart ?
? Your looks are laughable ?
? Unphotographable ?
? Yet you're my favorite work of art ?
? Is your figure less than Greek ?
? Is your mouth a little weak ?
? When you open it to speak ?
? Are you smart ?
? But don't change a hair for me ?
? Not if you care for me ?
? Stay, little valentine, stay ?
? Each day is Valentine's Day ?
[pages rustling]
? Times have changed ?
? And we've often rewound the clock ?
? Since the Puritans got a shock ?
? When they landed on Plymouth Rock ?
? If today ?
? Any shock we should try to stem ?
? 'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock ?
? Plymouth Rock would land on them ?
? In olden days, a glimpse of stocking ?
? Was looked on as something shocking ?
? Now, heaven knows ?
? Anything goes ?
? Good authors too who once knew better words ?
? Now only use four letter words ?
? Writing prose ?
? Anything goes ?
? The world has gone mad today ?
? And good's bad today ?
? And black's white today ?
? And day's night today ?
? When most guys today ?
? That women prize today ?
? Are just silly gigolos ?
? So though I'm not a great romancer ?
? I know that you're bound to answer ?
? When I propose ?
? Anything goes ?
[audience applauding]
- Well. - What a witty guy.
- What a witty guy, there was a lot more
where that came from, both in the works
of Cole Porter and in American music, of course.
This was just a very small patchwork quilt
representing the big picture.
Any way to characterize it?
- Oh, my.
A country with many is it,
streams flowing, sometimes in opposite directions,
but somehow making a beautiful whole.
[both laughing]
- In breaking news, there are living American composers.
- Yes, we'll end with a hymn by Kim Oler,
who lives in upstate New York,
and this has found its way
into the Unitarian hymnal,
and it just always brings the house down.
It's called "For the Earth Forever Turning,"
and the inspiration for the text
was kind of seeing the Earth from space,
as that beautiful blue marble spinning in space,
and in a way getting closer to it
because you can see the whole, I think,
and the love that is with that.
So we'll end with three verses
of "For The Earth Forever Turning."
[footsteps tapping]
[gentle piano music]
? For the earth forever turning ?
? For the skies, for every sea ?
? For our lives, for all we cherish ?
? Sing we our joyful song of peace ?
? For the sun, for rain and thunder ?
? For the seasons' harmony ?
? For our lives, for all creation ?
? Sing we our joyful praise to thee ?
? For the world we raise our voices ?
? For the home that gives us birth ?
? In our joy we sing returning home ?
? To our blue green hills of earth ?
[audience applauding]
- I hope you have enjoyed this 200-year exploration
of American song, and many thanks
to Trevor Stephenson and our gifted singers
and to our studio audience, and to you
for watching and listening.
I'm Norman Gilliland.
I hope you can join me next time around
for University Place Presents .
[audience applauding]
["Maple Leaf Rag" by Scott Joplin]