Geraldo Among the Filipinos

God, Danny Sibolboro was such a weenie. Taken August 1963 at one of the many, many dances of the Moveable Filipino Club, Minneapolis. Geraldo was playing. Filipinos love Geraldo.

Cantara Dancing with Danny Sibolboro

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The Earworm That is Knightsbridge, Conducted by John Wilson

You’ve heard this tune a lot if you, like me, have regularly tuned in to the BBC over the years. (It was the signature song for the twice-a-day radio program Music While You Work during WW2, a lee-tle before my time.) This is a sprightly “march” with a grand ending that doesn’t sound deserved—which is why I can’t get it out of my head—unless you know that this is the final movement of an entire 17-minute 3-movement suite (full London Suite available for listening here): Tarantella (for Covent Garden), Meditation (for Westminster), then March (for Knightsbridge).

Performed by the BBC Symphony for the program “British Light Music” at the 2500 seat Royal Festival Hall in London, 2011.

I thoroughly enjoy watching John conduct the works of Eric Coates as he seems to take a personal delight in this particular composer—check out the very grand “Dambusters” below (starting at 6:00; endearing look of satisfaction at 9:10).

Slaughter on Tenth Avenue by Richard Rodgers, Orchestrated by Don Walker, and Conducted by John Wilson

Before I call out my bonny lad on a couple of his more recent musical choices that have been bugging the hell out of me, I think it’s only fair to share the best of the John Wilson Orchestra, which out of over 200 clips(!) on YouTube in nine years comes down to about 3 or 4, spread out through 2009-2017.

So here’s the first. This is from their 2012 show “Broadway Sounds” at the BBC Proms in Royal Albert Hall in London, which seats 5200, with standing room for 1300 on the ground floor (tickets for which go for only 6L and for which people camp out overnight at the box office like it was goddamn Winterland). This is pertinent, because it seems that the JWO only does its best work when they can blast the roof off.

I had the old Ben Bagley recording of the Rodgers & Hart show On Your Toes—which of course includes the climactic ballet “Slaughter on Tenth Avenue”—but producer Bagley, being a purist, put on disc the 1936 Robert Russell Bennett orchestration rather than the 1954 one by Don Walker. John, being John (I’m starting to get into his “ear”), chose the Walker score, and for once he was entirely right.

The Death Star and Dambusters Played by the BBC Symphony Orchestra, Conducted by John Wilson

A grand movie score by the prolific Eric Coates, very inspiring and very English. This is the kind of piece that cues you to proudly fly the Union Jack, which obviously some chap did, right in the middle of Royal Albert Hall. I’m guessing this is some sort of tradition. The 2007 BBC Proms included the famous climactic shots from The Dambusters—you know, the movie George Lucas ripped off when he did Star Wars. Not the Death Star down there, though, it’s the Eder Dam in the heart of Nazi Germany. (Starts at 6:00.)

The Trolley Song by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blaine, Orchestrated by Conrad Salinger

Co-composer Blaine once said that he’d been glancing at a book he’d found at the Beverly Hills Public Library, landed on a page about early streetcars captioned “Clang, Clang, Clang, Went the Trolley”, and bang was off to the races.

Orchestrator for this song—as well as the entire MGM Judy Garland musical Meet Me in St Louis—was Conrad Salinger. “Salinger’s arrangement was a masterpiece,” wrote producer Hugh Fordin. “His [was] a very special sound and style that has never been equalled in the American movie musical.”

Orchestrator/arranger/conductor Jack Campey pointed to this clip highlighting Salinger’s orchestration, sans vocals. Thanks, Jack.

I Have Confidence in Me

Forty-five years ago today—even down to the day of the week—I moved to New York (on the pretense of auditioning at Juilliard) and took a shared room at Sage House, a genteel women-only boarding house on 49 West 9th Street in Greenwich Village. With 2 meals a day included it came out to $33 a week. You read that right. A place in Greenwich Village, breakfast and dinner, for thirty-three dollars a week. Try to imagine the mischief I got into with all the money I had left over from my weekly paycheck from my first job at ASCAP, that it’s summer in NYC, it’s 1973, I’m eighteen, cute as a button and old enough to drink, and gorgeous men are everywhere. And imagine too that I’m singing a song (in my heart and sometimes while bounding down the street) that every American girl of my generation inspired by Julie Andrews sang:

I have confidence in confidence alone
Besides which you see I have con-fi-dence in meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sage House NYC