Tale 9
How It All Started
“‘So: Mrs. Edison didn't like banjos.
She thought they were cheap raucous instruments,
and she pooh-poohed it, so Thomas just dropped the whole deal.
So they got in touch with Whiteman again and he sent them over to Victor Talking Machine’,
Bill corked a chuckle bubbling up from inside;
‘which is now RCA Victor’...”
opening page of Waring’s 50th Anniversary Program
celebrating his 50 years (until then) in Entertainment (1917-18 to 1966-67)
"Now, mj," Bill
sipped martini and put the glass on the coffee table. "You
see, if you capture the real flavor of this,
it's a frightening organization."
"It's a big
organization," said mj to avoid 'frightening'. "The
And he was
worthless at journalistic interviewing, as Dr. Lorenzo
explained later. He knew nothing about it at all. He knew psychiatric
interviewing, where you tried to be understanding, and
interested in anything the other person talked about,
especially at first.
"Well," said
Bill, "I'll tell you how closely it relates. The way
Shawnee Press[1]
started, for instance, was Fred was doin' these radio shows,
long before TV came along. For Ford,
Photos of
Fred’s radio days mj had seen in the fat fancy program for
Fred’s 50th anniversary (of entertainment), which
Bill had given him.
"Some guy's
gonna give a chorus, he's the music director of a high school.
It started this way in the 40's. Some guy wrote in." Bill made
fun of him: “‘We'd love to do your arrangement of “In the
Still of the Night,” is there any possible way we can get it’?
Well Fred's ego was,” Bill laughed and swaggered in his chair:
“‘Copy that arrangement! And send it to them!’
So they sent it to them free.”
Bill sighed.
"Other guys started writing in and asking for arrangements.
They mimeographed them. And what was that guy's name?"
he looked at Betty Ann. "I was just talkin' about him on the
radio the other day."
"Ennis Davis,"
she said.
"Yeh. Ennis
Davis said, 'Y'know, you could make money doin' this’.
Well Fred thought about it for a year and kept sending these
things out, and then a group called upon Fred and said, 'We're
coming into
In the mirror
Fred turned behind him to the corner and raised his hands. A
burst of raucous banjo with piano and drums went:
Rum chucka-chucka
@!$##@@;
(banjo noise)
I got a BIG sur-PRISE...
!$@#$#!!!
(banjo noise)[2]
Three impudent
Waring ‘old-timers’ costumed like college kids ate up a
spotlight banging it out in bowlers and 'W'-for-Waring
blazers.
Elderly,
white-haired, old-man Poley McClintock was jumping around like
a nut in a 1920s college bowler, right there a few feet away,
in the Blackburns’ big cherry-frame mirror. The sight – or
‘vision’ or ‘hallucination’, as the press referred to it
variously after the book hit in late ‘81 – might have shocked
mj more if he had swallowed forty peyote buttons like Dlune’s
brothers would do, but it shocked him well enough.
"So this blew
his mind and he rented a theater, and Ennis Davis
called all over the country and invited others in: choral
conductors. And Fred stood up there all day, expounding,"
Bill choked on a laugh. "He loved it. I could see this
man absolutely adoring this. It was college professors and
everything, and he taught them the 'Tone Syllables'[3]
and how to get more out of a chorus."
Bill sounded
respectful because he never hid the fact that Fred’s
musicianship awed him as much as it awed Toscanini, Ormandy
and everyone else.[4]
"And this was the beginning of ‘The WORKSHOP at SHAW-nee
PRESS’.
Now, he loved this maybe because he was not a schooled musician.
He was teaching
schooled musicians. He never graduated from
"Mmm." Mj felt
another attack on Fred coming.
Betty Ann did
too and she seemed tired of it. "Yeh, but," she questioned the
accuracy of this, "did the Press start at the same time as the
Workshop?"
Bill nodded.
"Same time?"
She doubted her husband.
"They needed arrangements,
and then every conductor in the country used Waring arrangements."
That part was
true, mj knew. All through his high school and college years
everyone at every school or church he ever attended used
arrangements published by Fred Waring’s ‘Shawnee Press’. But
how had it all really started? "Were you around then?" he
asked, pitching in to help discourage impertinence toward
Fred, which kept threatening to hit him all over again any
second.
"No!" Bill
said.
"How do you
know what happened?" mj asked.
Betty Ann liked
their little uprising. She said mockingly, looking at Bill and
glancing at mj, "He wasn't even born yet."
Mj did Easy Cop
since she was Rough Cop now: "You must have heard the stories
then, huh?" Easy cop sided with the accused to save him from
rough cop during interrogation, and soften him up to be
cracked open for the truth, hopefully. The trick worked in
drug and alcohol abuse treatment programs too.
"I've heard the
stor- –."
Bill struggled
to regroup. The integrity of his research was under attack.
He, Honest Injun Bill, the last great Huron storyteller, was
under attack again. You had to feel bad.
"Y'know, mj,
I've researched this man so well. Now I'm not kidding, I
brought up things to people when I first came in this group,
like Fred auditioning for Thomas Edison. Nobody in
this group knew that!"
Raunchy banjo
filled the corners of mj’s mind.
...I ne-ver dreamed that it could be
(rum-chucka-chucka) !#@$#$!$@!
Seventy-three-year-old
Poley McClintock pounded the drums straight down through the
risers, grinning like a fool in a fraternity bowler,
ear-to-ear, as the drums sank from view, dragging him along.
...But now I re-al-ize since I saw you smile
(chucka-chucka!$@#)...
"What
happened?!" mj asked.
"What happened,
what?"
"You said Fred
auditioned for
"Well, I was
over there one night with him. And y'see, I'm truly interested
in this stuff. Betty has seen this with Poley. I draw it out
of these people and I listen. So Fred started tellin'
some story and I said, 'You're kidding! You knew so-and-so’?
"And he said,
'Oh, yeh’! Well, this started Fred; turned him on. And he was
sitting there. He said, 'As a matter of fact’, y'know, ‘Paul Whiteman
was helping us, and he called me up. We went to Paul
to audition. He said, “You're great but we can't use
you with our band, ah, you go see, this man".'
And it was Thomas Alva Edison, who had
a record company," Bill laughed, "'Edison Records',
and Fred went and auditioned for him and Edison flipped.
Well, when Fred told me this I thought he was lying.
It's like him saying he knew George Washington.
Right?"
"Right," said
mj, liking the direction of things at last. “Exactly!”
...There's on-ly hap-pi-ness for me
(chucka-chucka)...
"Well, I right
away checked it out with Poley. Poley says, 'Oh yeah,
we went to some hotel in
Bye! (chucka)
Bye! (chucka)
Blues! (chucka-chucka-chucka)...
"Now, you
remember: you can find records, they're up there doin' 'BHHAYE!'
'BHHAYE!' with the banjos goin' and, y'know, jumpin'
around and they're not dressed like, not in tuxedoes like the
other bands were."
Bill moved to
the edge of his chair and mimicked them.
...Bhhaaaye!
!$#@ Bhhaaaye! !$#@ Blhuuues! !$#@ !$#@...
He shimmied in
his seat and blew a pretend kazoo, "Deoohoo, dooo, doooooo!"
...Bells (chucka) ring (chucka)
Birds (chucka) sing (chucka)...
"Yuh," said
Betty Ann, accepting his representation as pretty close
enough.
"That kind of
stuff," said Bill.
"It might not
have sounded good on seventy-eight," mj offered.
"No, well they
weren't recording."
"Well, I mean
if they had been, it might not have worked out."
"Well it did,"
Bill said. "When I finish the story you'll find out it did.
So: Mrs. Edison didn't like banjos. She thought they
were cheap raucous instruments, and
she pooh-poohed it, so Thomas just dropped the whole
deal. So they got in touch with Whiteman again and he
sent them over to Victor Talking Machine,"
Bill corked a chuckle bubbling up from inside; "which is now
RCA Victor, and they didn't want to record 'em 'cause it was
too hard to record vocals. Nobody recorded vocals
in the twenties, 'cause they recorded into these –: whuddya
call them?"
"Megaphones,"
said mj. Every fancy, thick, ten-dollar Waring road show
program included at least one ancient black and white of the
very young Pennsylvanians carrying megaphones, back in the
twenties.
"Megaphones:
and they agreed to play without vocals, but then when
they got in the studio they did vocals and
there was a big stink about it. But they were locked in.
They had the studio time and all this. And they did
record for RCA, and immediately they were smash overnight sensations.
They were the hottest record act around."
"Oh really? Is
that one of the ways they climbed to fame?"
"That was it."
"That was it?
Well!"
...Just! (chucka) we! (chucka) two!
(chucka-chucka-chucka)...
Smi-! (chucka) lin'! (chucka) through!
(chucka-chucka-chucka)...
"They made the
first recording of a Gershwin tune. And then they did 'Oogie
Oogie Wah Wah', with Poley singin' in a frog voice."
Mj laughed at
beanpole Poley and his famous funny nasal frog-voice. "But why
Whiteman?" he asked. Whiteman had been a music kingpin,
granted, like Fred; but mj thought of him in connection with
Rhapsody in Blue, which he premiered for Gershwin. He couldn’t
see Whiteman connected with Fred Waring, who had to have been
still, back then, too un-classy, unsophisticated and
un-blockbuster for Whiteman. And anyway, if Fred was just a
kid, 21 or so, how could Whiteman have been ‘calling Fred’,
‘helping him out’? He worried again that Bill might be
exaggerating. He wanted the truth, the true fairy
tale.
"Whiteman was
Fred's hero. Fred called him long-distance from Tyrone to ask
him to listen to his band on the phone, and Whiteman
invited them to
Don't! chucka sigh! chucka Don't! chucka cry!
chucka...
"And that's how
Paul Whiteman and Fred Waring started Big Band Era."
"Whoooah!!" mj
cried, razzledazzled. It was one little golden fairy tale he’d
never heard, this little one. Everything seemed okay again.
But he didn’t
jump to the subject of the
BhaaYE! chucka-chucka-chucka
BhaaYE! chucka-chucka-chucka
B l h o o u e
s ! chucka-chucka-chucka
Chucka! !$#@! !
Dr. Lorenzo
said later that in retrospect it seemed as if Bill might have
purposely given him a little sugar cube every ten or fifteen
minutes to keep him hanging in; purposely; just to mesmerize him; but
then, Bill would seize that moment when mj was most
mesmerized, and go straight back to hammering away at his
boss, Fred Waring, after each sugar gift. No matter what mj
said or did, Bill had ended up steering things the way he
wanted. Mj kept hoping for the best, but his awe of Bill’s
older and surer personality, and of Bill’s knowledge of New
York City and the big entertainment world of
big-dog-eat-big-dog and big celebrities, left him feeling he
could not push an agenda. And later still in life, Dr. Lorenzo
added one more explanatory comment, one that caused a public
debate about his character for a while. He told Rolling Stone in an
interview: ‘I used to like being led around by the nose, by a
good friend’.
page 2 of Waring’s 50th Anniversary Program
completes the story begun on its page 1 (q.v., top of present page);
together the two pages read:
“The Long Road from Jazz Band to Concert Status”
[1] Shawnee Press was the company that published Waring’s popular songs in sheet music, replicating on the page the specific arrangement the Pennsylvanians had used to perform it.
[2] "Bye Bye Blues" by Fred Hamm, Dave Bennett, Bert Lown and Chauncey Gray, the ‘arrangement’ being as Dr. Lorenzo experienced it during the interview ('in the mirror'); although undoubtedly a real recording of it exists preserved among the memorabilia of the ‘Fred Waring’s America’ collection at Penn State U. in College Park, Pa.; which Fred bequeathed to his alma mater just before dying in 1984. The Collection includes practically everything Fred Waring ever recorded.
[3] ‘Tone Syllables’: a
technique invented by Fred gradually, step by step, over
the years, which eventually was in widespread usage
largely due to his nationally respected workshops in 'the
old Castle Inn' in Delaware Water Gap. It structured the
vocalists singing in a group in a way that helped them to
enunciate simultaneously and in such a technically correct
way that the words would come out very clearly for an
audience, even though sung by a great many people at once
(which normally muddied the lyrics), and without any loss
of tone, color, or phrasing, and without the usual
distracting mess-s-s, caused by each singer singing his or
her own ‘s’, let’s say, or other consonant, at a slightly
different split-second from everybody else’s. Robert Shaw,
the great American choral conductor of classical works,
who studied under Fred Waring, said of Fred’s approach in
the introduction to Virginia Waring’s book, “Erratic
enunciation... simply was not tolerated.” Virginia
herself, who studied piano under Nadia Boulanger at
Fontainebleau in France, took five pages (219-223) to
explain just a few aspects of the complex technique Fred
invented. Waring believed in and was a master of ‘the sung
song’, which meant that the lyrics were as all-important
as the music was all-important, and both had to be heard
clearly and understood and appreciated by the audience.
His technique included tricks that got the words and their
most important feelings heard AND UNDERSTOOD, both therefore, tricks
and techniques including a cappella, rubato, and sudden changes
in volume from syllable to syllable, as a way of
interpreting both the words and music. The great orchestra
conductors Ormandy and Toscanini, who were Fred’s golfing
buddies at Shawnee, most of the time had only music to
interpret for their orchestras, the Philadelphia and NBC,
respectively, but both admired Waring because he had words
and music BOTH to interpret and get across to an audience
all of the time, and did a masterful
(or maybe miraculous) job of it. For definitions of
musical terms such as a
cappella and rubato,
see the glossary
of musical terms attached to Exactly How Mrs. Nixon's
Legs Saved the White House Christmas Concert.
[4] People without
knowledge of 20th century classical music
performers may find it hard to appreciate what a compliment
and recommendation it was when two of the greatest orchestra
conductors in history, Arturo Toscanini and Eugene Ormandy,
were both impressed with Fred Waring’s musicianship, even to
the point of coming to Shawnee Inn and hanging out with him.
Dr. Lorenzo was interviewed by KVOD, the classical music
station in Denver, Colorado, in October, 2018 and said: “I
was impressed that Toscanini and Ormandy were Waring fans,
but after years of possessing Virginia Waring’s biography of
her husband I just this summer read in it for the first
time, that Georg Solti was a fan, and the triple whammy
sealed the deal for me, meaning Fred’s worthiness for
sanctification in classical musical heaven.”