Cole Porter or Glenn Miller?

[tangor]

I know there's a passel of musicians here (I play 15 instruments and worked as a pro for 28 years and still keep my hand in the game these years later).

We all like different kinds of music, given. Just want to know which of the two named above is your pick... or if you don't like them.

I tend to lean toward Miller...

[Old_Honky]

To me they are both proponents of the sort of (boring IMHO) music you might hear played in a lift (elevator) or when you are put on hold on the telephone.

Tangor you must be even older than me.
I am a child of the sixties - the era when popular music took a quantum leap. My parents thought Glen Miller was great and they also liked a band called the Inkspots. Couldn't stand it myself.

(I play one instrument(guitar)reasonably well and keyboards badly. In the late 60s early 70s I was in a number of semi pro bands.)

[jsinger]

What did GM write to compare with these and hundreds more>

Another Op’nin’, Another Show
Anything Goes
Begin The Beguine
In the still of the Night
Let's Do It
From this Moment On
Just One of Those Things
I Get a Kick Out of You
I Love Paris
You Do Something To Me
You're the Top
Night and Day
Don't Fence Me In

[jsinger]

Don't forget Harry Warren from that period.

Wikipedia: "He was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Song eleven times and won three Oscars for composing "Lullaby of Broadway", "You'll Never Know" and "On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe". He wrote the music for the first blockbuster film musical, 42nd Street, directed and choreographed by Busby Berkeley, with whom he would collaborate on many musical films."

He wrote 800+ songs featured in 300 films. Died in 1981.

quote: "The familiarity of Harry Warren's songs is matched by the anonymity of the man."

[rocker]

Cole Porter or Glenn Miller?

What did GM write to compare with these and hundreds more>

It's hard to compare a songwriter and a musician.

[wheel]

We used to play a bit of Glenn Miller stuff in the high school band I belonged to way back when. Sometimes when we gave performances the 'old folks' from that era would get up and dance. It was pretty cool watching them get down and boogie, knowing that we were playing their version of rocknroll.

[jsinger]

GM: enlisted in the U.S. Army
CP" always elegant, enlisted in the French Foreign Legion (really!)


GM: (U of Colorado dropout) wrote "Moonlight Serenade"
CP: (Yale '13) wrote "Bulldog Bulldog." Still the Yale fight song.


Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Eli Yale!
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Our team can never fail.
When the sons of Eli break through the line,
That is the sign we hail,
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Eli Yale!

[jsinger]

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Music and words by Cole Porter, 1934
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You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add;

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're turkey dinner,
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,

You're Whistler's mama!

You're camembert.

You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,

You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!

You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

Or GOP!

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're an old Dutch master,

You're Lady Astor,
You're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

[httpwebwitch]

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