THIS TIME THE DREAM’S ON ME was written by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer for the 1941 film BLUES IN THE NIGHT. It’s a haunting song — its melody like a wistful prayer, its lyrics mixing realistic sorrow and rueful imaginings. For me, the sorrow in observing the present outweighs the hopefulness of “what might be,” but I hear the singer bravely traversing the landscape of sad fact and wisps of happier possibility. Mercer’s lyrics stand as a modern poem, and I was surprised to learn that he was not pleased with them:
It’s one of Harold’s nicest tunes. It’s kind of a poor lyric, I think. Built on the thing about “the drink’s on me.” I think it’s too flip for that melody. I think it should be nicer. I was in a hurry I remember the director didn’t like it. I could have improved it, too. I really wish I had. But, you know, we had a lot of songs to get out in a short amount of time, and we had another picture to do. (The source is a BBC interview, excerpted in Gene Lees’ biography of Mercer, PORTRAIT OF JOHNNY, 142).
The unpredictably brilliant Alec Wilder doesn’t even mention the song in his book AMERICAN POPULAR SONG.
I think this song so beautifully, perhaps painfully encapsulates the simultaneous feelings: “We’ve had something deep. It no longer exists, and it cannot. But I would like to imagine a place in time where it could, even as I know that dream is tormenting by its elusiveness.” So much is said yet so much is unsayable.
See if you don’t agree while considering this quietly rich performance by Barbara Rosene and Ehud Asherie — at Mezzrow on April 14, 2015:
I love the careful pacing — neither maudlin nor too optimistic — and the deep sincerity of Barbara’s voice, the sweet unerring support Ehud always gives. The difficult reality in one hand, the wisp of a dream that can’t come true in the other hand. Such music can see anyone through, even as it delineates sadness and loss.
And here, because we all need to know that joyous love is possible, is another gem from that same evening.
May your happiness increase!
Posted in Awful Sad, Bliss!, It's A Mystery, It's All True, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Alec Wilder, Barbara Rosene, Ehud Asherie, Gene Lees, Harold Arlen, Jazz Lives, Johnny Mercer, MEZZROW, Michael Steinman, THIS TIME THE DREAM'S ON ME
Pete Neighbour (hence the title) is a wonderful clarinetist, and his new CD, BACK IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD, is a consistent delight.
Before you think, “If this fellow is so good, why haven’t I heard of him before?” put that thought to rest. You have. Here. And you can click here to hear some sound samples from this new CD and to learn more about this session. For those who feel disinclined to click, here are the details of the sixty-four minutes and seven seconds. The compositions are I WANT TO BE HAPPY / BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS / I MAY BE WRONG / YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO YOUNG / OPUS ONE / COME SUNDAY / LIZA / WHAT WILL I TELL MY HEART? / TEACH ME TONIGHT / WILLOW WEEP FOR ME / A FOGGY DAY / AFTER YOU’VE GONE. (I would start my listening session with BOULEVARD, which is a feathery, pensive masterpiece.)
The disc was recorded in London in September 2014; Pete appears with Jim Mullen, guitar; David Newton, piano; Nat Steele, vibraphone; Andrew Cleyndert, bass; Tom Gordon, drums. Louise Cookman makes a guest vocal appearance on YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO YOUNG and WHAT WILL I TELL MY HEART?
Aside from a few rousers, the whole CD is carried off as a series of medium / medium-fast rhythm performances, where the band superbly rocks, quietly and persuasively. Pete himself is a great lyrical player — hear his touching COME SUNDAY, which has a dear pulse but retains its hymnlike aspect. And he resolutely chooses to sound like himself, although he is clearly inspired by Benny and Buddy — with a sidelong glance at Ken. His approach, although he has technique to make any clarinetist consider bringing the instrument in for a trade, is not in rapid-fire flurries of notes. Rather, Pete (in the best heroic way) constructs logical long-limbed phrases and sweet solos out of those phrases, everything fitting together in a way that sounds fully improvised but is also compositionally satisfying. And the tempos chosen caress the songs rather than attacking the hearer. The rest of the band is quite wonderful, and each number unfolds in its own fashion without ever being predictable. The session has the gentle exploratory air of a late Ruby Braff recording, as the band continually changes shape into duos and trios — with echoes of Dave McKenna and Ellis Larkins in the duets incorporating Newton’s piano. Louise Cookman, whom I’d not heard before, is a wonder: gently memorable on her two guest appearances.
For more about Pete, here is his Facebook page.
This very well-produced and reassuring CD is available through the usual sources, but here is an easy place to purchase one. Or several, from the best musical Neighbour.
May your happiness increase!
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, Irreplaceable, It's All True, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Andrew Cleyndert, Benny Goodman, Buddy DeFranco, Dave McKenna, David Newton, Ellis Larkins, jazz clarinet, Jazz Lives, Jim Mullen, Ken Peplowski, Louise Cookman, Michael Steinman, Pete Neighbour, Ruby Braff, Tom Gordon