The First Rock Musical Remembered

[David Farber <dave () farber net>]

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From: "Ted Nelson" <tandm () xanadu net>
Date: November 26, 2007 3:19:13 AM EST
To: "David Farber" <dave () farber net>
Cc: "Ted Nelson" <tandm () xanadu net>
Subject: The First Rock Musical Remembered
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Hi Dave--

I don't know if this is of interest for your list, but it IS
about innovation, technology and science.

Cheers,Ted


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From: Ted Nelson <tandm () xanadu net>
Date: Nov 25, 2007 6:15 PM
Subject: First Rock Musical Remembered

Hi David-- you were interested in this.

I just put out a fiftieth-anniversary memoir.

Cheers,T


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From: Ted Nelson <tandm () xanadu net>
Date: Nov 24, 2007 6:03 AM
Subject: The First Rock Musical Remembered
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Cc: Ted Nelson <tandm () xanadu net>


THE FIRST ROCK MUSICAL REMEMBERED

Oxford, 22 and 23 November 2007--  To the best of my knowledge, the
first rock musical was performed fifty years ago today.  No, you
probably haven't heard of it; it ran as scheduled for two nights at
Swarthmore College, near Philadelphia.  I wrote and directed it in my
Junior year, when I was twenty.  There is even an LP.

Was it technically a rock musical?  Well, it had
       - rock songs (at least nine, others borderline)
       - a plot with persisent characters (thus not just a rock  
concert)
       - more than one act (thus not just a revue or musicale)

Well-known early rock musicals include "Hair" and "Jesus Christ
Superstar," but these came much later.  "Bye Bye Birdie," which played
on Broadway in 1960, appears to have come the closest.  But "Anything
& Everything" played in 1957, and I think that makes it Number One In
History.


HOW IT HAPPENED

For decades, Swarthmore students put on an annual "Hamburg Show" (a
term presumably intended to sound messy).  In the fifties it was
officially sponsored by the association of Swarthmore's student
athletic managers, no one knew why, which was called KWINK, no one
knew why.  Playwrights were thin on the ground at Swarthmore that
year; Grandin Conover, our best playwright, was apparently not
interested.  My play "Getting Colder" had won the one-act contest
earlier in the year, so I guess that put me next in line.  The KWINK
guy said I could write the '57 Hamburg Show if I collaborated with a
fellow student named Tex Wyndham.

I liked Wyndham, who conducted excellent Dixieland Jazz, but the
briefest of conversations showed me we could not work together.  I was
a cynical New Yorker and he was not, having a much more mainland
perspective.  That alone settled the matter, never mind the deep
problems of any collaboration.  I suggested that he write one act and
I another.  He declined and left in a huff.

That left me holding the whole franchise.

Wow!  A whole musical to myself!  And I've only got two months!  NOW  
what?


THE INITIAL IDEAS AND HOW THEY GREW

I had only a few ideas at the start.

Foremost, I wanted to write the first rock'n'roll musical.
Rock'n'roll at the time meant Buddy Holly, The Coasters and anything
with an electric guitar.  This was long before the Beatles, and just
after Elvis' Ed Sullivan appearance, which had little impact.  Nobody
called it "rock" at the time, though it had been around for perhaps
five years and had become a serious market.

"Oh, Nelson, rock'n'roll won't last!" everyone said.  I replied that
it would last a long time (and was I right?).  How I would get the
rock'n'roll music written was another matter.

As a cynical New Yorker, I was much taken by the songs of Brecht and
Weill from "Threepenny Opera", which was playing in the West Village
and strongly appealed to my Bohemian angers.  I wanted those same
rough harmonics for the bitterness I intended to express.  However,
combining rock'n'roll and Brecht'n'Weill could be a problem.

By luck-- I don't remember how-- I found a freshman named Dick Caplan
who declared himself willing to write the music as I wanted it, with
the rocking arrangements and the Threepenny sound. He did a wonderful
job, exactly what I asked for, even though he had to do all his
composing on the upright piano in the front parlor of Parrish Hall.
Passersby kept saying, "It sounds like Threepenny Opera."  I couldn't
have been more pleased.

I wanted to print the program as a big poster.  (I think this was a
new idea at the time.)  Initially I wanted it to be on butcher's
paper.

I had one idea for a great scene.  The college at that time owned a
three-story aluminum scaffold that snapped together with spring
latches.  I thought it would be a great effect for a chorus to come
onstage carrying  the parts of the scaffold, singing a bitter song as
they snapped it together and climbed it.  However, Cliff Renshaw, who
managed the Clothier theater among many facilities, would not allow
the scaffold's use.  So the bitter song and chorus stayed, but without
the powerful scaffold business.

The start of college in September gave only eight weeks till curtain
time.  I already had a pile of one-liners saved up, but no strong plot
particulars in mind, and could use some more jokes, so I invited
people to join me in a brainstorming session, I think in a room called
Parrish 21 (generally used for Freshman English).  Perhaps a dozen
people came, supplying some funny lines and a bunch of ideas.  I took
these away and juggled them in the solitary processes of inspiration.

Gradually a vision began to emerge: I would present the boredom,
loneliness and enmities of Swarthmore in a cynical but playful way.
Also the mad sexual tension of the place.  (These were the fifties,
when sex did not officially exist, condoms were "for the prevention of
disease only," and no one was allowed in a dorm of the opposite
gender.  So much was different, but we did what kids always have done,
except more sneakily than today.)

I put together two acts, showing the school in its different aspects:
the optimism of freshman week, the boredom and desperation of seminars
and romances, the mutual antagonism of fraternity and non-fraternity
guys, the pomposity of the Administration.

In the show this all took place at Wrathsome College, a name which
expressed everybody's anger and was also a nice anagram-- not for
"Swarthmore" itself, but for "Swathmore", the common mispronunciation
among those less academically aware.


THE TITLE

The show's title had a rich history.  As a freshman and sophomore I
had published a little magazine (very little-- palm-sized) called
"Nothing," officially from the Swarthmore Dada Club.  Then Charlie
Harris published a detailed parody of it called "Something."  In his
annual commencement address, president Courtney Smith (with whom we
students had a love-hate relationship) recounted these two
student-magazine titles and said, "Next we may expect to see Anything
and Everything."  So that HAD to be the name of the show.


THE PROGRAM POSTER

The program, which indeed became a large poster, was perhaps the best
part of the show.  Russ Ryan, Swarthmore's great cynical cartoonist,
did the overall artwork, then into this I dabbed photographs of the
cast members.  It was on white paper; the printer said butcher's paper
was infeasible.

(Overview of poster at http://hyperland.com/A&E/A&Eprogram-Sml.png ;
closeups at
http://hyperland.com/A&E/A&Eprogram-upperchunkSml.png ,
http://hyperland.com/A&E/A&Eprogram-lowerchunkSml.png .)


THE LION AND KANGAROO

There turned up an old Swarthmore songbook from the 1920s or earlier.
It had a dopey song,

       Oh we're going to the Hamburg Show
       See the lion and the wild kangaroo
       And we'll all stick together,
       Through rain or shiny weather,
       'Cause we're going to see the whole thing through!

This was so wonderfully inane that for old time's sake I began the
show with it, and with a Lion and Kangaroo character (played by Caplan
and myself).  Russ Ryan designed masks for us, and brilliantly thought
of having the kangaroo wear Lederhosen, leather shorts whose
front-flap looked like a kangaroo pouch.

(Apparently this dopey song was generic in U.S. culture of the early
20th Century; I've since run into it with the opening line "Oh we're
going to the animal show," which probably came first.)  To my great
chagrin, people thought I wrote the damn thing.  Including it in the
show was intended merely as nonsense nostalgia.


CERTIFIABLE ROCK NUMBERS

Here were some of the rock numbers:

- The opening number, "The Rockin' Hamburg' (the old-time
Lion-Kangaroo song, rearranged).

- A phony dance-craze number: since who knows when, America has had
songs pretending to celebrate some nonexistent dance craze that the
songwriters hope will catch on.  Such fictitious dances have included
the Varsity Drag, the Huckle Buck, the Tighten Up, and hundreds more.
In this show, our obligatory fictitious dance craze was the
Rock-a-Doodle.  (You can hear "Do the Rock-a-Doodle, Do" at
http://hyperland.com/A&E/DoTheRockadoodle.mp3 .  The vocalists wish to
remain anonymous.)

- Another very rocular number, partly inspired by Aldous Huxley, was
"Orgy-Porgy."  (You can hear "Orgy-Porgy" at
http://hyperland.com/A&E/Orgy-Porgy.mp3 .  Vocalists: Lynn Milgrim and
Brian Mangrum.)


THE BEST SONGS

Two of our best songs (perhaps borderline rock) were directly inspired
by Threepenny Opera numbers: the bitter chorus "Song of Significance"
(hear it at http://hyperland.com/A&E/SongOfSignificance.mp3 ),
inspired by "O Those Among You Full of Highest Teaching," and "That
Office," which was inspired, I just realized, by "Pirate Jenny".
(Hear it sung by me at http://hyperland.com/A&E/ThatOffice.mp3 .)

The other best song was inspired by a friend of mine who'd dropped out
of Swarthmore: "It's Not Bad Being Out of College" (to be heard sung
by Dick Caplan at
http://hyperland.com/A&E/It'sNotBadBeingOutOfCollege.mp3 ).

Some of the lyrics were in what we might now call Sondheim style.  One
was an anti-fraternity song (Swarthmore had at the time five
fraternities of the milder sort, this show was from the other faction
of the campus).  The fratheads, as we called them, would make fun of
our long hair and non-Ohio clothing, so this song was a reply.  After
the protagonist is ridiculed by fraternity guys, he sings:

       Some people have no earthly reason for metabolism
       Except to jape and jeer at all the rest;
       Warmed within the confines of their confidential cabalism,
       Infant fledglings chirping from the nest--
               Liberty, Equality, Conformity!
               Liberty, Equality, Conformity!
               Here for Eternity
               In your snug Fraternity
               Safe from Life's enormity.
       ...

       I cannot help but pity those poor sentimental ritualists
       Their reverence for trivial amenities.
       They claim that in their secret thoughts they'r really  
individualists--
       The foolish, hypocritical obscenities!
               Liberty, Equality, Conformity!
               Liberty, Equality, Conformity!
               Here for Eternity
               In your SMUG Fraternity
               Safe from Life's enormity.


BYPASSING THE CENSOR

These were days when censorship was strong (because sex was forbidden
and they didn't want us to think about it, HAH!).  The guys from KWINK
were warned that they had to censor my script with a strong eye,
especially watching for sexual innuendi.  I was not allowed to add any
material without their seeing it.  But they didn't say I couldn't
subtract; I checked that with them.  So the obvious trick worked
beautifully: after getting approval for the script in one form, I
DELETED one page (which I had written intentionally to be deleted).
This changed the entire meaning of the dialogue, making it very
naughty for the time.  I think the amended version went as follows--

A guy and a girl are sitting in the Snack Bar.  A friend approaches.

       Friend.  Did you get your paper in?
       Guy.  Not yet.
       Friend.  Will you have it in tomorrow?
       Guy.  Maybe sooner than that.

Strong stuff for 1957.


HAVE YOU SEEN?

The most daring moment, however, was a song implicitly criticizing the
villainous college dean (in reality Dean William C.H. Prentice),
widely believed by students to be a son of a bitch.  In the song I
dared almost to call him that.  The song was in the form of a
barbershop quartet, whose chorus went:

       Have you seen,
       Have you seen,
       Have you seen what the Dean has done?
       Oh, life could be rich,
       Without ever a hitch,
       If the Dean weren't a son of-- a gun!

Now, in order to get this past the censors, and not tip our hand, we
had to rehearse the quartet in the Parrish parlors, so I substituted
instead the following asinine lyrics with the same rhyme-scheme:

       Have you heard,
       Have you heard,
       Have you heard the word from the bird?
       He had no excuse,
       For the duck was a goose,
       And the bird is a terrible nerd.

This garbage confused bystanders, and may have caused some people to
stay away from the show.  However, the ruse worked nicely-- except
that on the record one of the singers accidentally breaks into the
mock lyrics instead.

(Those parallel lyrics are of some etymological interest also because
the term 'nerd,' new at the time, meant then a socially incompetent
person.)


THE FRISBEE(R) NUMBER

The most successful number was about a new fad.  Just the spring
before, 1956, Frisbees had come on the scene.  (The show was performed
before Wham-O got the trademark, so we spelt it differently then, but
never mind.)

For the song "Friz me the Frisbee," we turned up the house lights and
threw Frisbees over the audience-- with fair accuracy.  (That is to
say, no one was hurt, or at least no one complained afterward.)  I
think there were six of us throwing-- Lion, Kangaroo, and whoever else
in the cast had a good wrist, with maybe four discs in action at once.
Betty Ladd sang the number from the stage while the audience looked
all around in wonderment, and ducked.

Even here was a chance for naughty innuendo: the last chorus went

       Friz me the Frisbee
       Then you can kiz me--
       Give it thrust! you must! you must!

Again, this was raw stuff in those days.


THE FISH-BICYCLE LINE

A prominent line in the show was, "A man without faith is like a fish
without a bicycle."  That wisecrack has a convoluted history, tracked
by my good friend Charlie Harris.  It goes like this:

The line was coined by Charlie Harris and Bob Cotton.  One of them (my
guess is Bob) remarked, "A man without faith is like..." and the other
(my guess is Charlie) finished, "... a fish without a bicycle."  They
offered that line in the brainstorming session, so it went into the
pile of pieces I was putting together, then into the script and onto
the stage.

By and by the line reached the great anthropologist Gregory Bateson,
who quoted it somewhere.  (I believe Bateson may have gotten the line
from me when we were office-mates in Miami in 1962 or 1963.)

Then the line found its way to Gloria Steinem, who changed it to: "A
woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."  And that is
the form in which the saying lives now.


THE FIGHT WITH BALTIMORE

There were several stage managers.  The main stage manager didn't do
much, but in charge of lighting was a guy named David Baltimore, who
was extraordinarily efficient (he had acquired a radio headset, which
I'd never seen before outside a TV studio, for communicating with the
others).  He took over more and more duties, thus becoming in effect
the main stage manager by the night of the first show.

The night of the second show, an hour before curtain, Baltimore
confronted Caplan and me.  'Now I think I know what this show is
about,' he said, 'and we're going to make the following changes.'  I
listened and said, 'Then you can do the show without us.  Come on,
Dick, let's take a walk.'  And we took a leisurely ten-minute walk
around Parrish Hall.  When we returned Baltimore gave in, saying and
said we'd do it the old way but pick up the pace.

In fact Baltimore's suggested changes were good, but it was late in
the game and his presentation was all wrong: confronting us in that
way guaranteed a fight.


AUDIENCE REACTION

The audience reaction was, shall we say, muted.  A group of fraternity
guys left the auditorium in the middle of "Liberty, Equality,
Conformity."  However, several people later said polite things to me
about specific parts of the show.


I GOT AWAY WITH IT

Most important, there were no retaliations from Dean Prentice.  This
(I later learned) was partly because the faculty loved the show.  They
liked it more than the students did, I think because it represented
the kind of initiative and mischief they wished they themselves could
express.


THE REVIEW

In reviewing the show, the college paper (the Phoenix) was very kind.
It said nice things about me and called the show "sluggish," which was
a very polite description of the show's pace.

One attendee was quoted as saying, "After the second act I wished it
would go on forever, and then it did."


THE RECORD (see label at http://hyperland.com/A&E/TZ1A.png .)

We cut a long-playing record, for which I made up one of the first
silly record-company labels (Truly Zorch).  The recording session was
a week before the show, in order for the record to be sold at the
intermission.  Bob Guy, an entrepreneur in the record business at that
time, quoted a flat fee of $800 for the whole project.  He came down
and taped all twenty numbers (maybe more) in a marathon session (maybe
sixteen hours), then delivered the records in cartons the day of the
show.  Alas, the performances on the record suffer from insufficient
rehearsal (as did the show itself, but worse).

The record did not sell well.  A friend, Michael Kurland, said he
would try to place it at record shops, but I'm not sure he did
anything.  (Nor is it clear they would have wanted it if he had.)

However, over fifty years I've disposed of nearly all of the records
in one way or another.  Currently I can lay my hands on just two.


ERRORS OF JUDGMENT

In this show I made two great errors of judgment.

First error: giving in to pressure.  When I described the first two
acts, people would say, 'You have to have a plot!'  I gave in and
added a plot-- a third act, with a silly story about a student who
happens to be a young middle-eastern potentate, and various spies
messing with him.  At the denouement, the Russian spies capitulate to
some deal, delivering their answer by painting it on the water tower
(a perennial Swarthmore prank).

This third act was a huge mistake.

Second error: size in general.  The whole thing got too big.  There
were too many songs (twenty are on the LP, and I think there were even
more in the performance).  There were too many participants, around
seventy-five-- possibly outnumbering the audience.  After the big
bitter number ending Act 2 came a prophetic lyric--

       You thought this was the Finale, well, you're wrong--
       It's just another loud and crowded song;
       And perhaps the trouble is, you want your towels marked Hers  
and His,
       Or it may be that the play is just too long.

But I learned the lesson.  I did two more rockish musicales at
Swarthmore, called respectively "Something for Nothing" and
"Umpthing," and kept them small.  (See program for "Umpthing," with
cartoon by Kathe Johnson, at
http://hyperland.com/A&E/UmpthingProgram.jpg .)

That meant they could be done quickly (perhaps one month and one week
respectively) and to everyone's much greater satisfaction.  Alas,
neither was recorded.

The lesson transposed.  The following year, when I did my student film
"The Epiphany of Slocum Furlow," I kept the plot minimal and
concentrated on atmosphere and character.   Some love it, some don't.
And after I got into software, in 1960, I always insisted on
minimalist, clean design.


WHERE HAS EVERYONE GONE?

Everybody in "Anything & Everything" worked hard to fulfill its
vision; I thanked them then and I thank them now.

I don't know what happened to most of them; I've only run into a few.
I hope all have done well.

I last saw Caplan in the sixties, when he visited me in Poughkeepsie.
He seemed to have aged dramatically.  He said he had done very well by
patenting an underwater cocktail lounge (wish I had gotten the
details!).  I sure wonder what he did after that.

Tex Wyndham has continued as a Dixieland band leader.  When I saw him
some years ago, he expressed regret that we could not have
collaborated, and I still could not convince him that there'd been no
possible common ground.

Michael Kurland became a successful science-fiction and fantasy
writer.  Notably, he has written a series of novels with Moriarty
(Holmes' arch-enemy) as the protagonist.

Charlie Harris, now retired, has had an eminent career as a perception
psychologist and Bell Labs gadabout.  His wife is the controversial
Judith Rich Harris, whose claims about child rearing (notably in her
book "The Nurture Assumption") have been considered outrageous in some
quarters.

One of the spies was played by Maurice Eldridge.  He was for a time my
wonderful brother-in-law.  He is now a vice president of Swarthmore
College.

Playing another of the spies in "Anything & Everything" was a gruff
young man I thought was a friend.  I shared an unfortunate project
with him in the late sixties at Brown University; supposedly 'to try
out my hypertext designs', but turning into a rather nasty running
fight.  I greatly regret participating: I was continually insulted,
lost a lot of money and time, and compromised my design principles,
creating an awful structure which I believe eventually became the
World Wide Web (see my apology in New Scientist, 2006, readable at
http://xanadu.com/XUarchive/ApologyInNewScientist-Lg.png ).

And what of David Baltimore?  He got the Nobel Prize for discovering
reverse transcriptase.  When I spoke at CalTech a few years ago, he
was president of the university, and we had a nice chat over
single-malt whisky.  He had no recollection of the show whatever.  Oh
well, people are entitled to their own interests.


IN MY OWN LIFE

The show was enormously important for my sense of identity.  It was
the biggest project I ever did, and all in two months.  I allowed
myself no dates and no alcohol, and I kept moving on little sleep with
nothing stronger than caffeine, managing to keep up in my college
seminars as well.  Never since have I been so efficient, and the
memory of that achievement-- just getting such a huge show written and
produced, regardless of quality-- has been a driving force in my own
self-confidence ever since.

After that I believed I could do anything.  This has led to precarious
endeavors in succeeding years for which I'm glad I had the nerve.

Because of the show, I thought of myself as a media innovator and
uncanny predictor, reliably ahead of my time.  This attitude became
the springboard for my other predictions and initiatives.  That's
partly why I had the nerve in 1960 to predict personal computing and
world-wide hypertext, and to strive to move them forward.  But that is
another story.


WHAT REMAINS OF THE SHOW

Significant rock'n'roll memorabilia generally sell for vast amounts of
money.  Hey, guys!  Over here!  One of these days I'll auction off the
last record.

Meanwhile, I still have lots of posters, will maybe sell them on the
net when there's a chance.


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===07.11.23

--
Theodor Holm Nelson
 Founder, Project Xanadu
 Visiting Fellow, Oxford Internet Institute
 Visiting Professor, University of Southampton



--
- NEW XANADU SOFTWARE-- See xanarama.net
- MY SPECIAL LECTURE on 14 non-computer topics--
http://www.ecs.soton.ac.uk/podcasts/seminars.php

Theodor Holm Nelson
 Founder, Project Xanadu
 Visiting Fellow, Oxford Internet Institute
 Visiting Professor, University of Southampton



--
- NEW XANADU SOFTWARE-- See xanarama.net
- MY SPECIAL LECTURE on 14 non-computer topics--
http://www.ecs.soton.ac.uk/podcasts/seminars.php

Theodor Holm Nelson
 Founder, Project Xanadu
 Visiting Fellow, Oxford Internet Institute
 Visiting Professor, University of Southampton


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