Dinah Shore was in her radiant
youth when she broadcast these radio programmes.
The majority were for the Birdseye Open
House but the last, reflecting her popularity
in wartime, was her own Here’s Dinah
show. The format for the Birdseye excerpts
is much the same; songs and bantering sketches,
the latter enlivened by Groucho Marx (a touch
downbeat), Orson Welles (taking no prisoners
with a rusty script) and Frank Sinatra (cocky
and sharp).
Shore’s break had come at
the end of the 1930s when as a twenty-two
year old she broke into network shows and
enjoyed popularity with her RCA Victor Bluebird
discs. She began – I’d forgotten this – as
the regular singer with The Chamber Music
Society of Lower Basin Street, whose NBC
show was so popular; it was certainly popular
enough for Sidney Bechet to wave his magnificent
soprano saxophone in their direction on air
and disc, however novelty orientated their
Dixieland may have been.
Fresh and pure she sings
with great warmth. She’s a natural giggler
and by the time of these broadcasts an adept
radio creature, though not quite quick witted
enough to deal with some of the more off the
cuff patter from the bigger stars, though
her wry laugh is an adept foil. The first
sketch with regular sideman Peter Lind Hayes
is rather slow to take off though the second,
with its Down On The Ranch motif brings us
the essence of her pure, lyric voice, a dead
centre of the note affair and delicious.
Naturally there are plugs
for Birdseye products, the firm that sponsored
most of the shows, but rather more interesting
than matters of commercial exploitation are
the sly moments that lift these sketches and
songs out of the ordinary. Orson Welles, for
instance, getting nowhere with a duff script,
announces to the audience – "I can’t
be funny – but I can be rude"
– with the most perfect timing. And Sinatra
gives us a sensitive You’ll Never Walk
Alone.
Aficionados of such things
will want to know that the sound varies from
show to show, that there are some acetate
thumps and that there are also a few rather
abrupt track ends. Otherwise they are more
than serviceable transfers and have decent
notes as well.
Jonathan Woolf