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Array ( [sid] => 16250 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => TIN PAN ALLEY [time] => 2003-04-19 21:25:00 [hometext] => Tin Pan Alley was that famous street in Manhattan that gave birth to an era of unsurpassed music. Many of us cherish those beautiful songs. (1880's to 1950's) [bodytext] => There was a street in New York town
Where tunesmiths wrote such songs of renown.
They were the songs we knew so well,
Ballads, lullabies, show tunes, do tell!
We whistled their melodies so well.
Cohan and Handy, Biederbecke too,
Crawdaddy with cakewalks, a popular view.
Porter and Gershwin, Kern, Julie Styne,
Warren and Rodgers and Hammerstein,
Fields and Crosby later did shine!
The publishers rallied, Von Tilzer and Hugh.
All hearts were aching for something brand new.
Scott Joplin and Johnson so many we loved,
Young Izzy, Old Irving and sweet Turtledove.

Fondly, happily song pluggers named
Those orchestra leaders of voice and such fame,
Performed to the public and all people came.
These popular songs reached far, everywhere,
Sheet music sold millions, the pluggers declared.
"Whistling Rufus," "When I lost You,"
"Peg 'O My heart," remember that too?
"The Longest Way Round is the Sweetest Way Home."
Bert Williams and others created the tone.
The gramophone came to make magic those days.
"Sweet Rosie O'Grady," on records was played.

So many, too many, we can't name them all.
Composers and writers had answered the call.
Demand grew for more , the pluggers were pleased.
This cry for more music the publishers seized.
On round discs, then flat, they had such a spree,
Demand was satisfied, they smiled with glee!
Broadway and Sixth, at street Twenty-eight,
Made famous these tunes, the effects were so great!

Ragtime and Jazz, Blues and Big Bands,
All made recordings from happy to bland.
Lyceum and Orpheum, even the Strand,
Sprouted in towns throughout all the land.
The banjo, the tuba, the sax and guitar,.
Piano, trombone and bass were the star.
Trumpets and drums accompanied them too,
Clarinets added with French Horns they blew.

Jelly Roll Morton had been all the rage,
Mary Lou Williams and John took the stage.
Summertime sweethearts all answered the call,
When "After the Ball," had started it all.
Rosenfeld coined it, cacophony bloomed.
Pianos were pounded in many a room.
And so, many decades have come and have gone,
These songs and their makers have thus carried on.
Their music is ageless, a voice from the past,
Forever will fill us, forever will last.
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TIN PAN ALLEY

Contributed by Varro on Saturday, 19th April 2003 @ 09:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic



There was a street in New York town
Where tunesmiths wrote such songs of renown.
They were the songs we knew so well,
Ballads, lullabies, show tunes, do tell!
We whistled their melodies so well.
Cohan and Handy, Biederbecke too,
Crawdaddy with cakewalks, a popular view.
Porter and Gershwin, Kern, Julie Styne,
Warren and Rodgers and Hammerstein,
Fields and Crosby later did shine!
The publishers rallied, Von Tilzer and Hugh.
All hearts were aching for something brand new.
Scott Joplin and Johnson so many we loved,
Young Izzy, Old Irving and sweet Turtledove.

Fondly, happily song pluggers named
Those orchestra leaders of voice and such fame,
Performed to the public and all people came.
These popular songs reached far, everywhere,
Sheet music sold millions, the pluggers declared.
"Whistling Rufus," "When I lost You,"
"Peg 'O My heart," remember that too?
"The Longest Way Round is the Sweetest Way Home."
Bert Williams and others created the tone.
The gramophone came to make magic those days.
"Sweet Rosie O'Grady," on records was played.

So many, too many, we can't name them all.
Composers and writers had answered the call.
Demand grew for more , the pluggers were pleased.
This cry for more music the publishers seized.
On round discs, then flat, they had such a spree,
Demand was satisfied, they smiled with glee!
Broadway and Sixth, at street Twenty-eight,
Made famous these tunes, the effects were so great!

Ragtime and Jazz, Blues and Big Bands,
All made recordings from happy to bland.
Lyceum and Orpheum, even the Strand,
Sprouted in towns throughout all the land.
The banjo, the tuba, the sax and guitar,.
Piano, trombone and bass were the star.
Trumpets and drums accompanied them too,
Clarinets added with French Horns they blew.

Jelly Roll Morton had been all the rage,
Mary Lou Williams and John took the stage.
Summertime sweethearts all answered the call,
When "After the Ball," had started it all.
Rosenfeld coined it, cacophony bloomed.
Pianos were pounded in many a room.
And so, many decades have come and have gone,
These songs and their makers have thus carried on.
Their music is ageless, a voice from the past,
Forever will fill us, forever will last.
____________________________




Copyright © Varro ... [ 2003-04-19 21:25:00]
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Re: TIN PAN ALLEY (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 21st April 2003 @ 12:23:39 PM AEST
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a wonderful poem and tribute too past music. Music is a wonderful gift we all have too share with each other, lovely.
Michelle


Re: TIN PAN ALLEY (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Tuesday, 6th May 2003 @ 09:21:43 AM AEST
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a definite compilation of the old timers.
your poem could be the only record
one needs of the immortals




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