Showing posts with label Paint Your Wagon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paint Your Wagon. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

BIFF's Worst for the Week

We have already selected one bad musical number from Paint Your Wagon (1969) but in that movie, the team of Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe provided us with a 'twofer.' Who can forget the crooning of a young Clint Eastwood? Rex Harrison once talked with the animals. In Paint Your Wagon Clint timidly talked to the trees.

The song "I Talk to the Trees" merits this 'Worst of the Week' nomination. Selection was based not solely on his singing - - though Clint's voice is not the greatest - - rather the song clinches this award with its sappy lyrics.



Clint also sang "Gold Fever" in the musical movie. More recently Clint Eastwood has moved his focus toward tree descendants with last year's Spoken Arts performance: "I talk to the chair" and the chair didn't answer!

For the record - - in Clint's long and successful acting and directing career, he has never totally given up on singing. Here are a few examples:

Rowdy - from the Rawhide television series
Burning Bridges - title song in Kelly's Heroes
Beers to You - with Ray Charles in Any Which Way You Can
Bar Room Buddies - with Merle Haggard in Bronco Billy
Gran Torino theme song - with Jamie Cullum, song played over the ending credits

Lyrics:
I talk to the trees
But they don't listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me

The breeze hasn't time
To stop, and hear what I say
I talk to them all
In vain

But suddenly, my words
Reach someone elses ear
At someone elses heart
Strings too

I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them
Come true

I can see us some April night
Looking out across a rollin' farm
Having supper in the candlelight
Walking later, arm in arm

Then I'll tell you
How I pass the day
Thinking mainly how
The night would be

Then I'll try to find
The words to say
All the things you
Mean to me

I tell you my dreams
And while you're
Listening to me
I suddenly see them
Come true

Monday, April 1, 2013

Countdown to BIFF 2013 (It's musical again!)

It's the first week of April - - and time to begin thinking about this year's BIFF (Bicknell International Film Festival). So how about a Best and Worst posting each week?

For the Worst, this offering from Lee Marvin comes to mind.


BIFF will bring music to the Wayne Theater this year, lots of music. The working title for this year's theme is Singin' In the Red Rocks: Bad, Bizarre and "B"

The song "Wanderin' Star" was written in 1951 by Alan J. Lerner (Lyrics) and Frederick Loewe (music) for the stage musical Paint Your Wagon.

When the movie of the musical was made in 1969, Lee Marvin was cast as prospector Ben Rumson. Marvin rejected the idea of miming to another or better singer's voice and sang all of his songs in the film. Orchestrated and arranged by Nelson Riddle, the soundtrack recording of Wanderin' Star was something of a success. In 1970 in Ireland and the United Kingdom, Lee Marvin's version was number one for three weeks (Beating out a recording of "Let It Be" by a little-known group (NOT), The Beatles). Fitting for BIFF: Wanderin' Star was so bad, it was good!

Watch later this week for a Best entry. Join in and send us your own ideas for Best and the Worst song from a musical. Add a comment here or email larrjoh@gmail.com

Lyrics to the Lerner and Loewe tune:
I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.

Wheels are made for rollin', mules are made to pack.
I've never seen a site that didn't look better lookin' back.

I was born under a wanderin' star.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.

I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.

Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell-o.
Heaven is good-bye forever it's time for me to go.

I was born under a wanderin' star, a wanderin', wanderin' star.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.

I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.

When I get to heaven tie me to a tree.
Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.

I was born under a wanderin' star.
A wanderin', wanderin' star.