St Patrick's Day looms, and so a Sinatra Irish confection would seem to be appropriate. Unlike Peggy Lee, he never recorded "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling"; unlike Rosie Clooney, he never recorded "Danny Boy". In the 1949 film Take Me Out To The Ball Game, he sang a song called "O'Brien To Ryan To Goldberg" - Gene Kelly, who was of Irish ancestry, played O'Brien; Jules Munshin, who was of Russian Jewish ancestry, played Goldberg; and Frank Sinatra, who was of Italian ancestry, played, er, Ryan.
But, with the best will in the world, "O'Brien To Ryan To Goldberg" can't be considered high on anyone's list of Sinatra classics. What then of the great Irish songwriters? Well, he made a terrific record with Duke Ellington of "Indian Summer", an old tune by Victor Herbert, who was born in Dublin but is really an American composer. And at the other end of the spectrum there was a concerted effort in the Seventies to get him to record Van Morrison's "Moondance". As WNYC disc-jockey Jonathan Schwartz once put it, "It never happened. There was no need for it."
So how about this? "South Of The Border" is a Frank classic from the Capitol years that's about as authentically Irish as the Sinatra catalogue gets - co-written by Jimmy Kennedy, who was born in Omagh but grew up in Portstewart on Ulster's beautiful north coast, and Michael Carr, who was born in Leeds but raised in Dublin. Throughout their careers, both men wrote both words and music, but in this case most of the lyric came from the guy north of the border, and most of the music from the fellow down south. And, as you can tell from the title, "South Of The Border" is a searing tale of love across the sectarian divide on a small island off the north-west coast of Europe:
South Of The Border
Down Mexico way...
Whoops, my mistake. Kennedy and Carr certainly wrote Irish numbers - "Did Your Mother Come From Ireland?" (to which question both men could answer yes) was a big song for Bing Crosby - but the bulk of their hits surveyed a broader horizon. Sinatra recorded Jimmy Kennedy's "Isle Of Capri" on Come Fly With Me, and, although he never got to Kennedy's "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)", for a goofy novelty song it's attracted an amazing number of recordings by all kinds of other people. "April In Portugal" hasn't endured quite as well, and the wartime chin-up song "We're Going To Hang Out The Washing On The Siegfried Line" didn't work out as planned, but both testify to Jimmy Kennedy's propensity to roam far and wide lyrically. Nevertheless, Carr and Kennedy's great song of place is "South Of The Border", and in the early Fifties Sinatra's terrific record helped revitalize both his career and the fortunes of a semi-forgotten cowboy ballad.
Carr was born in 1905 to one of those much sung Irish mothers and a prizefighter called Cockney Cohen, who, post-boxing, had moved to Dublin and opened a restaurant. Kennedy was born three years earlier to his own Irish mother and a policeman in the Royal Irish Constabulary at Portstewart. One day Jimmy was sitting on the shore near the harbor and noticed a small yacht lazily sailing into the west as the sun met the horizon. So he wrote a song called "Red Sails In The Sunset", and it was a hit for Al Bowlly and Ray Noble. The yacht was called Kitty of Coleraine and, if you're ever in Portstewart, you can see a handsome memorial commemorating ship, song and writer, and find the yacht itself beautifully restored and on display in a local museum.
Michael Carr went Jimmy Kennedy one better. When he was 15, Maurice Cohen (as he then was) was down by the harbor at Dun Laoghaire, saw a ship, and decided to run away to sea. He wound up in America, where he spent a few years as a journalist and then, as "Michael Carr, a bit-player in Hollywood movies. In the early Thirties, he meandered back across the Atlantic and washed up in London's Tin Pan Alley - Denmark Street, the heart of the British music business just off the Charing Cross Road. The publisher Peter Maurice paired him with Jimmy Kennedy, and a very odd couple they made. In his entertaining autobiography of his father, JJ Kennedy describes Carr as "what the Irish would call a chancer". He was always broke and prone to implausible, improvised schemes to alleviate his skintness. Jimmy Kennedy, by contrast, was very businesslike. I met him toward the end of his life, and I recall him as an extremely dapper and organized man. The relationship with Carr was not easy. As Kennedy told his son:
Although Michael Carr was talented, he was crazy and difficult. We would start a song and then he would disappear. Then Jimmy Phillips would ask to see what we had produced and I would have to finish it myself. That would lead to a row for all kinds of obvious reasons, not least the fact that he would still get his share of the royalties, regardless of how little effort he put into it. Our professional relationship was quite different from the one I had with Will Grosz [the composer with whom Kennedy wrote his other Sinatra hit, "Isle Of Capri"] in that Grosz was first and foremost a musician but Carr and I both wrote words as well as music. Carr always wanted to produce the big line and so did I. Then he would want to get the tune right and I would find myself correcting it. So there was an endless battle going on. I think a fundamental reason why we were so successful was because our characters were so opposed, it made us determined to prove we were better than the other - and that spurred us on to better and better ideas.
One day, at the end of the Thirties, Carr showed up at the office and announced to Kennedy that he had a great tune for a western. He sat down at the piano and played the first few bars, and Jimmy didn't think it sounded that western. Notwithstanding that it has the same bass pattern â€“ the one that serves as a useful musical shorthand for a cowpoke moseying along a sagebrush trail on his faithful ole paint â€“that you find in Michael Carr's other forays into the genre like "Sunset Trail" (written with Jimmy Kennedy) and "Ole Faithful" (written with Jimmy's brother, Hamilton Kennedy), Jimmy thought this one sounded less western than Spanish. Which reminded him of a postcard he'd received a few days earlier from his sister Nell halfway round the world in California. It began:
Today we've gone Mexican â€“ we're south of the borderâ€¦
Kennedy knew a hit title when he heard one. "What about," he suggested, "'South Of The Border'?" To which Carr responded immediately: "'Down Mexico way!'"
And they were off:
South Of The Border
Down Mexico way
That's where I fell in love
When stars above
Came out to playâ€¦
That afternoon, Kennedy wrote the middle section:
Then she sighed as she whispered, "MaÃ±ana"
Never dreaming that we were parting
And I lied as I whispered, "MaÃ±ana"
For our tomorrow never cameâ€¦
That's Jimmy Kennedy, words and music. Presumably, Michael Carr never came back from the pub after lunch. It's very good, but, even before I knew it wasn't Carr's music, it always kinda sounded separate to me: not one of those releases that arises organically from the main theme, but something entirely different. (The "I saw your face and I ascended" bit in "Stranger In Paradise" always had the same effect on me, sounding very different from the main theme, adapted from Borodin's "Polovtsian Marches". Years later, Wright & Forrest told me, "We wrote that part ourselves. We'd run out of Borodin. There wasn't any left.")
Still, it sounded pretty good and, rounding things out with a few "Ay-ay-ays" just to underline the point, Kennedy & Carr had a song.
The only problem was that their boss, Jimmy Phillips, didn't care for it. His big hit that month was going to be "The Same Old Story" by Eric Maschwitz. A BBC radio producer who moonlighted as a songwriter, Maschwitz left us two great standards, "These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You)" and "A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square", both recorded by Sinatra. Compared to those gems, "The Same Old Story" was the same-old same-old.
Some weeks later, Kennedy & Carr noticed that Gene Autry was over on tour, and arranged to see him backstage in Dublin, where they pitched him "South Of The Border (Down Mexico Way)". Neither man had ever set foot in Mexico, and Autry might reasonably have wondered why he should have to have songs about his native terrain peddled to him by a couple of foreign opportunists. But for a pair of Irish Denmark Streeters these two had between them notched up an impressive number of hits in America, including stuff explicitly aimed at Autry's singing-cowboy beat such as "Roll Along, Covered Wagon". He listened to Kennedy & Carr's song and liked it. And so, while our 2915 St Patrick's song might not sound terribly Irish, unlike "When Irish Eyes" et al, with this one they actually sealed the deal in Ireland's capital city. And, when he got back to America, Autry went into the studio in Chicago and, over September 11th and 12th 1939, recorded half-a-dozen numbers, including "South Of The Border":
She was a picture
In old Spanish lace
Just for a tender while
I kissed the smile
Upon her face
For it was fiesta
And we were so gay
South Of The Border
Down Mexico wayâ€¦
Republic Pictures liked it, too. They bought the film rights for a thousand bucks and built a Gene Autry movie around it. Autry's record was a hit, as were versions by Guy Lombardo & his Royal Canadians and Shep Fields & his Rippling Rhythm, and "Your Hit Parade" listeners voted it the best song of the year.
What was that date Gene Autry was in the studio in Chicago? September 11th and 12th 1939. On September 1st, Germany invaded Poland, and Britain declared war. Both Kennedy & Carr joined the army. Jimmy Kennedy had a good war â€“ I don't mean just that he rose to the rank of captain in the Royal Artillery, but that, while in the army, he wound up composing one of the monster hits of the age: "The Cokey-Cokey", which semi-de-coked became a British wartime favorite as "The Hokey-Cokey" and then, for obscure reasons, got wholly de-coked for America as "The Hokey-Pokey".
For Michael Carr things sputtered along somewhat more fitfully during the war years, starting with what was undoubtedly the worst business decision he ever made. In 1939, he was, as usual, strapped for cash, and, needing a few quid to tide him over, sold his rights to "South Of The Border" to his publisher for a lump sum. That very first Gene Autry record alone sold three million copies. The sheet music was a million-seller. The song was never as big in Britain, although the Shadows got some mileage out of it in 1962, but in America it never stopped being sung and never stopped selling â€“ Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsey, Perry Como, Bing Crosby, Mel TormÃ©, Patsy Cline, Connie Francis, Herb Alpert, Chris Isaacsâ€¦ And Michael Carr never saw a penny from any of it.
As for Frank Sinatra, he'd been singing "South Of The Border" since it was new, live and on the radio if not on record. Some day, some wily record exec is going to release a CD called Sinatra Exotica or some such, because there's a kind of song that's been present in his oeuvre since the beginning, since "On A Little Street In Singapore" with Harry James in 1939, and "Pale Moon", his very own Indian love call with Tommy Dorsey in 1940. That type of material went away for a while, as Sinatra went solo and focused on less over-ripe romance. But in 1953, starting out at a new record company, Frank was in the mood to indulge that exotic side. His first session at Capitol Records, with his longtime arranger Axel Stordahl, had been â€¦okay. But the records hadn't sold, and the company thought the Sinatra style needed shaking up a bit if he was going to pull out of that early Fifties tailspin. A new arranger was the answer. So Sinatra's producer Voyle Gilmore called Billy May and offered him the gig. Unfortunately, Billy was on tour and had to say no, so Gilmore asked if he'd mind if they called in another arranger to arrange the songs in Billy May style. "Sure, go ahead," said May, as long as they gave him a percentage.
When I was at the BBC many years ago, one of my colleagues was the late Alan Dell â€“ we shared a producer for a while, although no one ever really produced Alan. But before his broadcasting days he'd worked for various record companies, and in the early Fifties he was under secondment to Capitol in Los Angeles. And so he chanced to be running that second Sinatra session for Capitol on April 30th 1953. And this is how Alan told it to me at one ghastly BBC cocktail party in either the Chairman's or the Director-General's suite at Broadcasting House many Christmases ago. Frank walked into the studio expecting to see the luxuriantly-sized Billy May at the conductor's podium. Instead, there was a somewhat svelter figure. "Who's that?" asked Sinatra, who was used to being screwed over and inclined to suspicion. "Oh, he's just conducting," said Alan. "Don't worry, we've got the Billy May arrangements."
Frank relaxed. In those days, Sinatra liked to rough out the arrangement and even the general lie of the orchestration himself, and he'd based his view of "South Of The Border" on a version he'd done on the radio with Spike Jones in 1944. Great, said Capitol, and, as far as Frank was aware, they'd passed it along to Billy May to get cracking on it. And, when the fellow on the podium waved his stick and Frank started singing, he had to admit that Billy had done a helluva job on the chart. Those slurping saxes were great. And getting the band to ay-ay-ay along with him at the end â€“ what a gasser! As always when he was having a ball, he took a few lyrical liberties in the reprise of the chorus. So south of the border, instead of riding back one day, Frank jumps back:
I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white
She knelt to pray
The mission bells told m
That I must not stay
South Of The Border
Down Mexico way!
Etc. So one encounter with Frank drove this broad to become a nun, huh? "South Of The Border" was the song that taught Sinatra you could swing somewhat hokey scenarios and still produce something musically expressive and emotionally satisfying without taking things too seriously. Sinatra scholar Will Friedwald calls this part of the oeuvre a kind of "hard-swingin' heterosexual camp", which is as good as any other categorization. The record was released as "Frank Sinatra with Billy May & his Orchestra", got to Number Two, and set the singer up for all those other east-and-south-of-the-border things he would do with the real Billy May in the years ahead â€“ "Granada", "Moonlight On The Ganges" and Jimmy Kennedy's own "Isle Of Capri", which, arrangement-wise, is very much a sequel to "South Of The Border".
It was a roomful of eminent musicians that day, a lot of whom â€“ Sy Zentner, Pete Candoli, Tommy Peters â€“ had worked with Billy May, and were convinced they were playing a new May chart. So who actually did that non-Billy May arrangement in the Billy May style? Well, it was a fellow called Nelson Riddle. And that April 30th 1953 session marked the first time Sinatra and Riddle had been in the studio together. "I got all the credit, but Nelson did all the work," said a rueful Billy May. But why would an already successful arranger ghost anonymously for some other fellow?
"He wanted to be there," said Frank's trombonist Milt Bernhart. That's to say, if this was his only shot at working with Sinatra, he'd take it. And how. Aside from "South Of The Border", that April 30th session turned out to be most consequential, as we'll discover in the weeks ahead.
It worked out for Jimmy Kennedy, too. As his son JJ Kennedy wrote, "My father said that Sinatra put a lot of bounce into the song, giving it the zip that most of the other versions did not."
"And I think it needed it," said his dad. "Frank's up-tempo version gave it a terrific fillip and I don't think it has ever looked back since then. And it was all due to Frank."
The Fifties was a good time for second-time-arounds in the Kennedy catalogue. Aside from Sinatra's "South Of The Border" and "Isle of Capri", Nat Cole revived "Red Sails In The Sunset" and the Platters had a big hit with "My Prayer". Jimmy Kennedy isn't exactly a household name, but he has the distinction of being the most successful British songwriter in America before Lennon & McCartney. Until the Beatles came along, Britain's pop industry was a small parochial thing reeling under a barrage of Yank imports, over-played, over-sexed and over here. The composers' professional body, the Performing Right Society, even called for severe protectionist measures, under which American songs could only have been played as part of an elaborate transatlantic-exchange musical-quota system, which would have been very economically disadvantageous to the Old Country once the Fab Four, the Stones, Elton John et al came along. Yet, for three decades in the mid-century heyday of the American standard song, Jimmy Kennedy was the British Isles' one-man exception that proved the general rule.
Which makes it somewhat surprising that in 1962, when Sinatra was in London making his only studio album to be recorded outside America, Frank included songs by Noel Coward, Eric Maschwitz, Ivor Novello and Ray Noble â€¦but nothing by Jimmy Kennedy. You could point out that the album was called Great Songs From Great Britain, and, while Kennedy's beloved Portstewart is in the United Kingdom, it is not technically on the island of Great Britain. But, given that on his Great British album Sinatra defines Britishness to include the Maori Farewell Song from New Zealand, I doubt he was getting hung up on his gazetteer. Perhaps Kennedy was too good at writing "American". Still, I would have liked to have heard Sinatra sing "Harbour Lights", a Kennedy ballad inspired by seeing a friendly country pub's shingle through an English fog. Come to think of it, I'd quite like to have heard Frank sing one of Kennedy's earliest hits, "The Teddy Bears' Picnic", and put its peculiarly English tweeness into a death match with Billy May's slurping saxes. Toward the end of his life, Jimmy Kennedy wrote a cantata for peace in Northern Ireland, but it's hard to see what Sinatra LP that would fit on, except perhaps as a faintly surreal Gaelic diversion on the "Future" concept album of his Trilogy set.
As for Michael Carr, I never met him, but every old Denmark Streeter tells stories about him â€“ including the one about how, broke as usual, he went to see his publisher one Friday afternoon in hopes of a fifty-quid advance to tide him over till Monday. As was his wont, he collapsed on the floor in reception and professed to be dying, and gasped through ever slower breaths from the carpet that his final wish was to see Jimmy Phillips one last time.
"You've got the wrong office," said Bill Martin (later the writer of the England 1970 World Cup Squad's UK Number One hit "Back Home" and the Bay City Rollers' US Number One hit "Saturday Night"). "This is Cyril Gee's office. Jimmy's office is next door."
Carr stood up, dusted himself off, went next door, and fell on the carpet all over again. He composed a couple of instrumental hits for the Shadows, and in 1968 wrote a blockbuster hit for "Jacky" - the great Jackie Lee, who sang back-up vocals for everyone from Engelbert Humperdinck, on "Release Me", to Jimi Hendrix, on "Hey, Joe". Carr's hit for her was "White Horses", the theme to a TV show that was the delight of every pony-loving schoolgirl for season after season. When Jacky's single of "White Horses" entered the Top Ten, Michael Carr sent her a congratulatory telegram:
Thanks to you and White Horses I've now paid 3 years outstanding rent. Love Michael Carr
He didn't have to worry about back rent for long. A couple of months later, he collapsed on the floor, this time for real. The chancer was all out of chances, and he'd never need a couple of fivers for the pub again.
Just for a tender while
I kissed the smile
Upon her face
For it was fiesta
And we were so gayâ€¦
Happy St Patrick's Day â€“ or, as Keely Smith cheerily concludes "South Of The Border" on her hommage Ã Frank, "OlÃ©, you muthas."
~If you're in the mood for something more obviously shamrock-hued this St Patrick's Day, Mark tells the story behind "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" in his book A Song For The Season, which also celebrates such Sinatra songs as "I'll Never Smile Again", the Soliloquy from Carousel and "Autumn Leaves". Steyn's original 1998 obituary of Sinatra, "The Voice", appears in the anthology Mark Steyn From Head To Toe. Personally autographed copies of both books are exclusively available from the Steyn store.
~For an alternative Sinatra Hot 100, the Pundette has launched her own Frank countdown, as has Bob Belvedere over at The Camp Of The Saints. The Pundette also heads south of the border for hit sound 84, "It Happened In Monterey". Mr Belvedere is sticking closer to home with Number 76, "Moonlight In Vermont" (by the way, that great arrangement is the work of Billy May, not Nelson Riddle).
12) THE CONTINENTAL
13) ALL OF ME
15) NIGHT AND DAY
16) I WON'T DANCE