What a wonderful talent Cole Porter was glorious melodies, sophisticated romantic
or witty lyrics for so many memorable songs.
This compilation comprises 18 tracks recorded between 1930 and 1943. Artists
include: Paul Whiteman and his Orchestra, Elizabeth Welch, Frances Langford
with Jimmy Dorsey and his Orchestra, Ray Noble and his Orchestra, Judy Garland
and Johnny Mercer with Victor Young and his Orchestra, Ethel Merman, Mary Martin
and Eddy Duchin's Orchestra, Anne Shelton with Ambrose and his Orchestra, and
Bud Flanagan and Frances Day singing the title song from this album – the naughty
'But in the morning no.'
Cole Porter was quite capable of writing naughty lyrics for his songs and 'But
in the morning no' is one of the best-known examples. The lyrics include such
lines as "Do you like the breast stroke dear? Kindly tell me if so
… Yes, I like the breast stroke dear but in the morning no…" and "When
the sun shines through the blind and burns my poor behind that's the time when
I'm in low…" The indefatigable Peter Dempsey coyly ignores this song
from his notes. I seem to remember a much more plangent version of this song
in another collection of similar songs released many years ago by American artists.
There are other songs here that raise a smile. Foghorn-voiced Ethel Merman
doesn't want to hear Brünnhilde even though she "waves a pretty
spear" she would rather listen to music that is 'Red, Hot and Blue'.
Elizabeth Welch recalls Solomon (and "his 1,000 wives), and Gertrude
Lawrence with Ray Noble's Orchestra complaines about 'The Physician' – "he
said my bronchial tubes were entrancing, he simply loved my larynx, and went
wild about my pharynx, but he never said he loved me.' Then Mary Martin is emphatic
that 'My Heart Belongs to Daddy' – "because he treats it so well".
But of course we must not forget those romantic classics: 'What is this thing
called love?'; 'Night and day', 'I get a kick out of you'; 'Easy to Love'; 'I've
got you under my skin'; and 'You'd be so nice to come home to.' They are all
here.
Vintage Cole – what more could you wish for?
Ian Lace