I have a weirdly visceral distaste for "Blues in the Night" yet seem unable to bring myself to delete from my iTunes the ten versions of it I've accumulated because it feels disrespectful to Judy, Ella, etc. This is a problem.
Whistle, I'm happy to point out, does not rhyme with trestle.
Boy oh boy wait till we get to how I respond to Così fan tutte....
OTOH I'm now listening to Rosie Clooney singing "Why Shouldn't I?" and Cole Porter just rhymed "persona grata" and "data" so perhaps I should just count my blessings.
Not being able to recall off the top of my head who wrote the song, I'd've bet 20 bucks that it was a Mercer lyric.
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A favorite memory: Agnes of God, and Elizabeth Ashley acting her brains out as Geraldine decided, for some reason, to quietly converse with the back of her own wrist, and no one in the theater was looking at anything else.
Has ever a performer been more incontrovertibly beloved?
I'd forgotten that there was a TV production of Damn Yankees with Phil Silvers, Lee Remick, Jerry Lanning, Bob Dishy, Jim Backus, and Fran Allison as Meg.
You may know that Barbara Bel Geddes's father was the noted designer (including for the theater) Norman Bel Geddes. I just learned that Bel Geddes is a mashup of Norman's born surname (Geddes) and his wife Helen's middle name (Belle).
This discovery brought to you by a George Jean Nathan reference to BBG as "Miss Geddes" and my going Wait, what?
Here's a cute picture of her and Barry Nelson in The Moon Is Blue.