Radio Digest (June 1932-Mar 1933)

should be worked into the melody, and the result is "Here It Is Monday And I've Still Got a Dollar," the whole idea being that the boy who is fortunate enough to have a dollar after a weekend of hilarity and visits to the girls' colleges and the big city, is the most popular man on the campus due to the fact that he is the campus banker, at least until the .next check arrives. The song is a cute one, with an odd type of melody and rhythm — a bit difficult to sing due to some of its construction— -to my way of thinking a bit too clever for popular consumption by the masses. It is a song that one will hear a great deal over the air, which will help to increase Shapiro "Bernstein's radio rating with the American Society, though even that may not mean much these days, as the society will not receive as much as it had hoped to receive from the many renditions of music by its member writers, and some of us are wondering just what is going to happen to the publishing houses and the writers with this last source of revenue turning out to be extremely inadequate. But "Here It Is Monday" is a good song, and Michael Cleary being a very capable and friendly sort of fellow, I hope the song does well for him. the picture, "Here Lies Love" seems to be extremely popular. We play it quite slowly, taking about a minute to the chorus. T ILL TOMORROW. "Till Tomorrow" is an obvious attempt on the part of the writers of "Goodnight Sweetheart," my good friends Jimmy Campbell and Reg Connolly, who are also the biggest song publishers in England and the Continent, for that matter, to attempt to achieve another "Goodnight Sweetheart." I believe Ray Noble, a young orchestra leader in London, is really responsible for the idea and skeleton of the "Goodnight Sweetheart" song, but that does not prevent TT ERE LIES LOVE. The J_ J. dark horse of the picture, "The Big Broadcast," is the song which Bing Crosby sings shortly after his girl is supposed to have jilted him. It is a good opportunity for him to sing a sad and mournful type of thing, which would indicate he has been left sort of high and dry, and the song is "Here Lies Love." Like "Please," it was written by Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger, two of the "lastof the Mohicans" left on the Paramount movie lot to write songs for pictures. Leo Robin, especially, has been oneof the few writers retained from the early gold rush days when Hollywood had all of our best song-writers writing for the talkies. Ralph Rainger is unknown to me ; the name does not sound at all like a song-writer, and just what part he plays in the composition I do not know. I shall have to ask Larry Spier for information concerning Mr. Rainger. Larry is the guiding hand of Famous Music, which firm publishes the songs you hear in most Paramount pictures. With many numerous requests while on dance tours, "Here Lies Love" bids fair to exceed the popularity of its brother number, "Please;" even though "Please" is the hit and reprise song of DORIS ROBBINS is heard from Chicago over the Columbia System. She's with the Ben Pollack orchestra at the Chez Paree; they call her "The Angel of the Air." You may remember her in "Whoopee." 33 trip. If I might humbly judge from the first song submitted, or the first song which was the result of a collaboration between Matt, Campbell and Connolly, called "Till Tomorrow," I would say that I was a trifle disappointed. I sincerely hope that among the three or four numbers written abroad that Robbins will have brought back one potential hit. Jimmy Campbell has come back to America with Robbins and intends to make his residence here for some time. There is no one who knows the art of writing a song, selling a song, and its subsequent exploitation better than Jimmy Campbell, but even all this is of no avail if the song itself is not outstanding. "Till Tomorrow" so closely followed in rhythm and thought "Goodnight Sweetheart," that it is almost laughable, and the opening measure has the tonality of a third violin or a second alto saxophone part in an orchestra; that is to say it sounds much more like a harmony parr than a melody. Still, it is these odd tonalities which sometimes grow on one until enthusiasm is engendered with the resultant enthusiasm for the composition itself. In the end it will be you radio listeners of Radio Digest and others who will make your own decision concerning the merits of this composition which was so laboriously written in London by an American brought there to help write it, and then brought back to America for publication. Naturally Whiteman was the first to introduce it as Matt saw that his old boss received one of the first orchestrations of it. \\ e were privileged to follow Whiteman's premiere of it and with the efficient organization of Robbins Music, Inc., behind it, you will hear much of it in the next several months. \\ e play it quite slowly. Messrs. Campbell and Connolly from working with Whiteman's concert master and fine violinist in producing another "Goodnight Sweetheart." Jack Robbins has just returned from Europe; on the trip he took Matt Mallneck with him, believing that Matt has possibilities within him that merely need the proper atmosphere for expression and development. Robbins will probably be eternally grateful to Matt and Gus Kahn for giving him "I'm Thru With Love." Matt Mallneck is unquestionably a clever fellow, and only time will tell whether Jack Robbins was wise in spending the amount of money and attention which he unquestionably did in taking him on an expensive European r?IT AS A FIDDLE. One doe> iP hear or see a great deal of Rocco Vocco who makes his headquarters at Leo Feists' elaborate publishing house at 50th Street and Broadway, but the fact that nearly every radio program has at least one Feist song would indicate that Rocco is picking some line tunes. Little Miss Peggy Healy, one of Whiteman's newest finds, who, incidentally is working here in Brooklyn with me at the Paramount this week, was, I guess, greatly responsible tor the beginning popularity of one of the now Feist songs, "Fit as a Fiddle." She i. a young lady who has a sort of indefinable "something which seems to appeal