Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
It
was a sweltering hot July afternoon in 1945 when Mel Tormé showed up
for a writing session at the Toluca Lake house of his lyric partner Bob
Wells. Mel let himself in and called out for Bob. No answer. He walked
over to the piano, and there, resting on the music board, was a pad of
paper with four lines of a verse:
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos
When Wells finally walked in the room, dressed in tennis shorts and a T-shirt, Tormé asked him about the little poem.
“It’s so damn hot today, I thought I’d writing something to cool
myself off,” Wells replied. “All I could think of was Christmas and cold
weather.”
The “chestnuts roasting on an open fire” image was a memory from
Wells’ childhood in Boston, when there’d be vendors on street corners at
Christmas, serving up paper cones full of roasted chestnuts.
“I think you might have something here,” Tormé said.
Sitting down at the piano, he flashed on a melody idea for the
opening lines. Wells grabbed his pad and pen, and the duo was off and
running like a bobsled down a snowy hill.
As Tormé relates in his autobiography, “Improbable though it may
sound, ‘The Christmas Song’ was completed about 45 minutes later.
Excitedly, we called Carlos Gastel [manager of Nat Cole and Peggy Lee],
sped into Hollywood, played it for him, then for [lyricist] Johnny
Burke, and then for Nat Cole, who fell in love with the tune. It took a
full year for him to get into a studio to record it, but his record
finally came out in late fall of 1946; and the rest could be called our
financial pleasure.”
Though he’s not always mentioned in the same breath as legendary male
vocalists such as Frank Sinatra, Cole and Tony Bennett, Mel Tormé was
every bit their equal (his ability to scat sing was second to none).
Ethel Waters once said that Tormé was “the only white man who sings with
the soul of a black man.” And Bing Crosby called him “the most
fantastic musical performer I’ve ever seen.” A former child radio actor
and vaudeville performer, Tormé had several hits, including “Careless
Love” and “Comin’ Home Baby.” But he did much more than sing. He wrote
over 300 songs, played piano and drums, arranged for orchestra, acted in
movies and television, penned a couple of best-selling biographies (The Other Side of the Rainbow,
his book on Judy Garland, is especially insightful) and even found time
to fly airplanes as a commercial pilot. And though his low-key
recording of “The Christmas Song” isn’t nearly as well known as Cole’s,
it’s worth seeking out for its fireside intimacy.
Cole would record the holiday standard four more times in his career.
In the first pressing of the King Cole Trio’s 1946 version, he sang the
last line of the bridge: “To see if reindeers really know how to fly.” The song had already become a seasonal hit when Tormé and Wells pointed out the grammatical error.
“Nat, a true gentleman, and a dogged perfectionist, stewed over this
mistake,” Tormé recalled, “and sure enough, at the end of another
recording session, with the same-sized orchestra at hand, he rerecorded
our song, properly singing ‘reindeer.’ The second version is virtually
identical to the first, but those early first pressings have become
collectors’ items.”
In 1953, Cole recut the song with arranger Nelson Riddle, then again
in 1960. This last version, with his voice at its smokiest, is the one
that has become the definitive holiday standard. The opening line alone
is one of the most recognizable moments in the huge canon of seasonal
music.
It wasn’t mentioned at the time, but Cole’s version of “The Christmas
Song” was the first holiday standard ever introduced by a black
American. It opened the door for Lou Rawls, Ray Charles and many others
to record their own takes on yuletide classics.
Tormé and Wells penned over 200 more songs together, including
standards “Born to Be Blue” and “Magic Town.” Beyond his songwriting,
Wells went on to have a successful career as an Emmy-winning television
producer and writer. He died from cancer in 1998. Though in later life
Tormé was best known for his lounge-lizard character on TV’s Night Court,
he continued to write, perform and record until a stroke robbed him of
his voice in 1996. He died from complications of the stroke in 1999. —By Bill DeMain From Performing Songwriter Issue 98, December 2006
MERRY CHRISTMAS, DARLING (AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TOO)
(John Walsh)
The Uniques (vocal: Stuffy) - 1963
Merry Christmas, Darling and a Happy New Year too
I am so happy just being here with you
Your present I will cherish
The wonderful gift of you
Moonlight shining, snow is falling down
Here we are together, true love we have found
Darling, let's make a resolution
Not for just a New Year, but for a lifetime
Let's always be together, come what might
And, Darling, let's stay together always, as we are tonight
Merry Christmas, Darling and a Happy New Year too
I am so happy just being here with you
So I give you my present, I love you
Merry Christmas, Darling, and all my love