Ella Fitzgerald's Smash

Read this great New Yorker piece on how pop songs are made.

There's still some magic. Thank you, Ester Dean.

And then I'm thinking about how songs were made before, like this one:



"Into each life some rain must fall" is a line from a Wordsworth poem. This poem:

The Rainy Day

THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

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It's all so good. That Ester Dean can make a smash with iced coffee and a blackberry. That someone can dig up a Longfellow poem and put it in Ella's voice. Different paths to the waterfall.