Showing posts with label Duke Ellington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duke Ellington. Show all posts

Sunday, November 30, 2025

Billy Strayhorn at 110

Annamaria on Monday

I am updating this post on the day after Billy Strayhorn's birthday. As of yesterday, it is 110 years since he was born. My original post begins with a complaint about how little-known and how under appreciated has been Billy's contribution to American culture. All of those omissions are still true. When it comes to appreciating the brilliant man Billy was, the United States is worse off now than it was 10 years ago.

Nowadays, powerful people in the US speak about people like Billy as if they are despicable and unacceptable. They think it is okay to treat them as second class citizens.  Who are these people who take pride in their superiority over people who are black and people who are gay? Here below is my ten year old description of Billy Strahorn's contribution to American culture. As far as I can see, and I pay a lot of attention, almost everything that is great in American culture comes from people like Billy. Here below is the evidence. I dare the haters to show me their evidence.  What are the valuable things that they have contributed? 


William Thomas “Billy” Strayhorn was born on 29th of November 1915.  He was the greatest composer of American jazz music ever.  Many of you will not recognize his name.  Spellcheck doesn’t even know it.  It recognizes Ellington, Armstrong, Gillespie, Basie, Gershwin, certainly—but not Strayhorn.  But Billy is the one who gave jazz its greatest measure of elegance and emotional subtlety.  He wrote songs that told stories of regret, resignation, temptation, loneliness—with melodies, rhythms, and lyrics that communicated with perfect unity of effect.  All beautiful, urbane, restrained, stylish, refined.  Yet exciting.



Billy was born in Dayton, spent his early years falling in love with music at his grandmother’s house in North Carolina and, back with his mother, went to Westinghouse High School in Pittsburgh, an institution that also gave us Erroll Garner and Ahmad Jamal.  By age nineteen, Billy was a professional musician.  With no hope of making it in the white world of classical music, he was brought to jazz by Art Tatum and Teddy Wilson.  Fate had done jazz a favor.




And an even greater act of serendipity occurred in December of 1938, one that brought together Billy and Duke Ellington.  Billy Strayhorn had a hand in, was a moving force in all the greatest songs we now associate with the Duke: “Take the A Train,” “Chelsea Bridge,” “Lush Life” are all Strayhorn compositions.

Some people accuse Ellington of hogging all the credit for Billy’s genius.  That’s a complicated subject.  It is true that Strayhorn never received royalties for the songs that he wrote that Ellington published.  On the other hand, Ellington gave Billy a musical home par excellence.  And at a time, in the 40’s and 50’s when Billy, who was openly gay, would have had a hard time making it on his own.  Strayhorn got to write for and work with the greatest jazz musicians of his era.



And the Duke did credit him.  Saying things like “Billy Strayhorn was my right arm, my left arm, all the eyes in the back of my head, my brainwaves in his head, and his in mine.”  And “Strayhorn does a lot of the work, but I get to take the bows.”



Next time you watch “Anatomy of a Murder,” listen carefully to the soundtrack.  Strayhorn and Ellington composed it, and it was a landmark of film music composition.

Billy Strayhorn was an early civil rights activist, with close ties to Dr. Martin Luther King.  He was Lena Horne’s best friend.




Now I’ll let his work speak for itself:












https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mub-gyuPFlw


I am writing this on Sunday, the hundredth anniversary of Strayhorn’s birth.  He died in 1967, an early death of cancer at the age of only fifty-one.


But he is immortal.  

Sunday, November 23, 2025

Dancing in the Dark

Annamaria on Monday


I've written here a few times about my love (and profound need for) music of all sorts.  When Duke Ellington first became popular, a critic, I believe from the New York Times, said he was wasting his talent on jazz, that he had the capacity to become a great classical pianist.  The Duke, it is said, rejected any categorization of types of music.  He said there are only two kinds of music: Good and Not Good.  I follow his lead.  I like modern jazz as well as baroque, and tango as well as Beethoven.  As long as it is good, it's music to my ears.

That said, I am particularly found of the great American songbook.  It was very likely what was playing on the radio when and where I was born.  My early days in a working class family did not include exposure to great literature, so as a kid I did not learn about the English poets.  My poetry was the lyrics of the songs on my Uncle Joe's record collection.

Though I now have a degree in literature, I still see those words as poetry, and a lot of it is excellent.  Here is an example-one of my absolute favorites, written by Howard Dietz, to a tune by Arthur Schwartz for the 1931 review The Band Wagon.  To me, it is existential literature. And profound.

Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends
We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends.
We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here.
Time hurries by, we're here, and gone.
Lookin for the light of a new love
To brighten up the night, I have you love,
And we can face the music together,
Dancing in the dark. 
What though love is old.
What though song is old.
Through them we can be young.
Hear this heart of mine.
Make yours part of mine.
Dear one, tell me that we're one.
Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends
We're dancing in the dark, and it soon ends.
We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here.
Time hurries by, we're here, and gone.
Looking for the light of a new love
To brighten up the night, I have you love,
And we can face the music together,
Dancing in the dark.

 It's too bad that even many of the best singers present it in peppy, light hearted arrangements that belie what the words say.

Listen to it sung by the splendid Jane Monheit, who FINALLY gets it right.

To me it is a perfect poem for our times.  All kinds of insanity is swirling around us,  all over the world.  Darkness.  We are dancing in the dark.  The only sane response is love.  It is the way for us to "face the music."