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chased. It has been the best seller Berlin has had in a long time, even outselling "Lullaby of the Leaves!" Which goes to show how easily, as the columnists would say, "Your humble scribe" can be wrong!
HOW DEEP IS THE OCEAN is unquestionably, aside from its musical value, a lovely poem. Certainly Berlin was touched by the Muse in writing this one. A study of the lyrics convinces one that Berlin is a poet, and this time the beauty of his poetry is equal to that of any of the poetry I studied in college ! The melodic counterpart is one of his best. That the song has attained the popularity it has reached in this short time is not to be wondered at.
There are those who will point out that he did himself harm by writing the two songs at the same time — that they buck each other. Personally I fail to see this viewpoint, as to my way of thinking, if people enjoy two songs, they will purchase both, unless of course they should be so limited that the cost of both would be impossible.
Surely by this time every reader of Radio Digest has heard the song, and there is no need of a further "rave" on my part. Its construction is nearly all whole notes and quarter notes. We play it quite brightly as I believe it suffers if played too slowly. Berlin, Inc., are the publishers.
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away any awkwardness that might otherwise have been there as he introduces the song. Eddie Lang, his famous guitarist, who accompanied him to the Coast, sits, back to the camera, playing the guitar as only he can play it, and lending the inspiration to Mr. Crosby for the proper rendition of the number. Its reprise at the end of the picture does not hurt any, and I found myself, along with others of the audience, humming it as we left the theatre.
It is a chopped-up thing, going from a high B down to a low B. Quite uniquely, in our recording of it last week on a new Columbia record, our own guitarist was unable to be with us, and Mr. Lang recorded it with us, which probably made him feel very much at home.
We play the number about one minute to the chorus, and it is published by Famous Music, Inc.
/'LL NEVER HAVE TO DREAM AGAIN. A waltz by Mr. Isham Jones and Charles Newman. Mr.
Newman, whom I had the pleasure of meeting yesterday, appears to be a very genial Chicagoan, quite unlike the typical songwriter, and yet a fellow who has demonstrated an unusual ability to write lyrics ; at least. I assume that he did the lyrical job. as Mr. Jones has always been best melodically speaking.
Here is a waltz of the chopped-up type of melody, which is sure to be popular in the public ballrooms, which seems to be about the only place where waltzes are played these days. Why the bands that play in our elite type of places, the exclusive roofs and grills of New York, feel that the public would not enjoy dancing to a waltz is more than I can imagine. Some of our best receptive applause was after the playing of waltzes at the Penn Grill. Personally T know that music in 3/4 time is extremely popular with all ages and types of people, and I am always looking for the finer type of waltz. This is a good one, witli the usual story. though it is reallv told in excellent