Showing posts with label Carly Simon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carly Simon. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Let the River Run

 




When six-year-old Sally Taylor requested her mother, Carly Simon, to teach her the family business, Simon declined. “Sal,” she said, “If you’re meant to write songs, you’ll just know how to do it.” (1)

The little girl was “really frustrated” by this reply but recovered enough to become a successful songwriter in her own right (not a surprise as her DNA must be loaded with a talent for musical composition). While I have little of Sally’s specific ambition, I did feel some of her frustration during my search for background info on Simon’s Oscar- Grammy- and Golden Globe-winning song, “Let the River Run.”  

Simon’s memoir, Boys in the Trees, was no help as it ends long before 1989, the year of Simon’s big wins. Her subsequent memoir, Touched by the Sun: My Friendship with Jackie, seemed more promising, at least its timeframe. Like her previous memoir, Touched details Simon’s emotional issues and friendships with Hollywood elite while giving us a few brief glimpses of Jackie. 

The glimpse at her songwriting is far briefer: 

“It was two years into my marriage that ‘Let the River Run,’ which I’d written for Mike’s film Working Girl, won a Grammy and a Golden Globe, and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Song in a Motion Picture.” (2) 

The only details in the memoir related to "Let the River Run" are tangentially related to the song: the debilitating stage fright Simon experienced leading up to the Academy Awards. That's about it. She doesn’t discuss how the song came to her, the images, the lines, the melody, nothing. Also not mentioned is the plot of Working Girl: New Yorker Tess McGill (Melanie Griffith), who has obtained a night-school business degree while supporting herself with clerical work, longs to rise out of the masses of support staff to be her own person, generate her own ideas, make her own business deals. Her boss, Katharine Parker (Sigourney Weaver), encourages McGill to consider the two of them business partners, even though one is a broker and the other a secretary. But when Parker steals McGill's idea, she fights back, and the result is a thoroughly inspiring plot. 


With a song to match. So, what is the story behind the song's composition? Wikipedia led me to this nugget on Simon’s website:

“Carly has stated that she found inspiration for the lyrics by first reading the original script, and then by the poems of Walt Whitman. Musically, she wanted to write a hymn to New York with a contemporary jungle beat under it, so as to juxtapose those opposites in a compelling way.” (3) 

Walt Whitman. Yes, now that you mention it, his influence is clear. Let’s see if we can do some literary detective work, beginning with this line from the song: 

“Let all the dreamers wake the nation.”

Whitman was certainly a dreamer. He wrote “Leaves of Grass,” the 1860 edition, with the hope that a poet could literally save the nation from going to war by reminding its citizens of their connection to one another despite their differences: 

One from Massachusetts shall be comrade to a Missourian,

One from Main or Vermont, and a Carolinian and an Oregonese, shall be friends triune, more precious to each other than all the riches of the earth…

I will make the continent indissoluble,

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies,

I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other’s necks. (4) 

Obviously, this dreamer-poet did not “wake the nation” because the Civil War started the following year, but he certainly gets an “A” for idealistic effort. Whitman was also famously a chanteuse of ordinary people and their ordinary work, most clearly seen in his poem, "I Hear America Singing":

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be, blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plant or beam,

The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckman singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,

The wood-cutters song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown.

The delicious singing of hte mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else. 

The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs. 

Simon’s “strong melodious song” doesn’t mention specifics such as typewriters or telephones or business deals, as Whitman might have, had he written about 1980s Manhattan, but Simon gets to the essence of the matter: the human heart is “aching” and the soul “trembling, shaking” with desire to fulfill one’s destiny, do the work one was born to do. 

Her second verse, loaded with imagery, simply rolls off the tongue: 

“Silver cities rise; the morning lights the streets that lead them; And sirens call them on with a song.”

A bit of Homeric adventure in this second line, combined, perhaps, with the sense that workers, together, make a city “silver,” something beautiful; they are the ones who enable a city to “rise,” giving it the life and greatness it wouldn’t have without their efforts. Simon, like Whitman, ennobles these laborers, providing them with dignity, beseeching them to comprehend the power in their sheer numbers. And perhaps, a few of them, like Odysseus, yearn to hear the call of the siren. Tess McGill, in "Working Girl," has definitely heard their song, via her steely ambition, to rise out of the clerical pool and into the world of business dealing. 

The following is one of my favorite Simon lines: 

“We’re coming to the edge, running on the water, coming through the fog…”


This was surely inspired by the ferry ride McGill takes every day from blue-collar Staten Island to the Manhattan business district. (This assumption is more than obvious as the song’s official video was shot on the Staten Island ferry). And yet, the line has more: Only one man is supposed to have walked on water; this is a group and they're running. In the next line “the great and small” are not only defying physics on earth but their collective power has catapulted them into the solar system. Very Whitmanesque and quite fitting for an inspirational song.

Simon's last line, "Come, the New Jerusalem," brings to mind an entirely different poet. There's nothing on the singer/songwriter's website that hints of a connection to William Blake, but take a look at the first stanza of his poem-turned-anthem, “Jerusalem”:

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

Don’t get bogged down with the odd, ancient claim that Jesus Christ visited England at some point during his brief life. But do notice how England is described physically: “mountains green” and “pleasant pastures.” Then contrast the description with Blake's second verse:

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?

Blake is asking, “Did God countenance the transformation of green England to an England filled with unhealthy mills cranking out products to the detriment and destruction of English workers? (Read Elizabeth Gaskell’s North and South if you want a literary look at just how detrimental and destructive those mills were). Is it possible that Carly Simon was familiar with Blake's poem and likened his so-described “Satanic mills” to the offices where support workers--those who are not intended for and who are unhappy with support work--sat glued to their desks typing and answering the phone all day, every day? There was little opportunity for Blake’s mill workers to rise out of their drudgery; it was either slave or starve. But the desire to rise, to be one's own person in the cutthroat world of Manhattan business, that’s what Tess McGill strives for in the film. Unlike the 19th century mill workers, her health isn't being endangered by secretarial work. But her sense of self-worth is. She knows she can do what Katharine Parker is doing and do it just as well. And she does. (Oops—didn’t mean to spoil the ending, but being an inspirational film, you probably already guessed where this was going, and if not, well, you’ve had 35 years to take a look 😊).

Although Simon needed medication to endure the Academy Awards, she writes in Touched that her big win banished depression from her life for a significant amount of time, even after her chronically unsupportive mother, Andrea Simon, called her at the LA hotel saying, “I’m so proud of you! Look at all those people who deserved it more, but you got it!” (5) 


I disagree. (And “all those people,” Andrea? There were only three songs nominated, you bumbling excuse for a parent!). The other songs—“Calling You” and “Two Hearts”—are quite forgettable. “Let the River Run" is not. Maybe it’s because it so clearly calls to the dreamer in each of us. Maybe because we’re all like Whitman’s muses, ordinary people doing ordinary things, hoping against hope that we can rise—not above others to push them down, but above our own limitations to become the best version of ourselves, so we can do whatever it is we were born to do. 

Let The River Run - Carly Simon (youtube.com)

(2) Touched by the Sun, page 105. 
(3) http://www.carlysimon.com/askcarly/faq.shtml
(4) “Calamus” 6, 13, 16, from Leaves of Grass 1860.
(5) Touched by the Sun, page 111. 


Sunday, April 21, 2024

Carly Simon: Boys in the Trees & No Secrets


While prepping my notes for the debut of our “Songs of the 1980s” program, I checked out Carly Simon’s memoir to discover what, if anything, she had to say about “Let the River Run,” the first-ever simultaneous Grammy, Oscar, and Golden Globe winning song (written, composed, and performed). A quick flip to the back pages of Boys in the Trees led to the disappointing discovery that the memoir ended well before Simon’s big 1989 win. But as this memoir chronicled one of the more influential voices in the musical backdrop of my adolescence--via radio and my personal copy of No Secrets.--I was curious to discover what made this particular voice tick.

She was the daughter of Richard Simon, founder of the famed Simon & Shuster book publishers. Luminaries, including the likes of Benny Goodman, Richard Rodgers, James Thurber, Oscar Hammerstein, were regular visitors to a household filled to the brim with music: her talented father endlessly performed classics on the piano, and the entire family entertained each other acapella with the latest from Broadway. 

But beneath this stunning façade was a depressive father who paid his third daughter little personal attention; a mother who carried on an affair in the family home with her son’s live-in tutor; a boy who sexually molested Carly, beginning when she was only seven; a painful and lifelong stutter she developed at eight. Simon might have been a daughter of privilege, but she was also a child of suffering.

However, the money came in handy when she and her sister, Lucy, began their singing career, traveling back and forth to London. Known as “The Simon Sisters,” the two put out three albums before Lucy got married and Carly was left on her own. At this point, her childhood repeated itself in a way; just as her parents surrounded themselves with the superstars of their day, so did Carly, making friends with half the music and film industry and sleeping with the other half: Cat Stevens, Kris Kristofferson, Warren Beatty, Jack Nicholson, to name a few of her more famous, albeit brief, partners.

Her relationship with James Taylor was love at first sight. Or second--they knew of each from their Martha’s Vineyard childhood summers. Or wait, third sight: When Simon saw his face on the cover of Time Magazine in March 1971, she declared to her sister Lucy, “I’m going to marry that man.” A month later, they met as adults, and married the following year. The two had much in common: both grew up wealthy. Both were singer/songwriters. And both were pained souls searching for peace, as Simon describes in the memoir:

From the beginning, James and I were linked together as strongly as we were not just because of love, and music, but because we were both troubled people trying our best to pass as normal.

Yet, for all their issues, the initial union of these two creative forces seems to have been quite lovely:

As James came toward me, the space between us got smaller and smaller, and our perpendicular lines, with the surge of a waterfall, became parallel. Our life together would go on in just this way for quite some time.

The songs Simon wrote chronicling their early years were included in the No Secrets album, which I owned as a 12 y/o. While in the midst of the memoir, I suddenly regretted the LP having slipped from my keeping during my high school years. Reading the stories behind the songs produced a craving for another encounter with the record. Before its replacement came in the mail, I began comparing it to Carole King’s Tapestry in my mind. King was the other powerful musical backdrop in my young life, and her Tapestry songs, playing in my memory, seemed far more cerebral and cleverly put together than Simon’s.

But when No Secrets arrived, when I placed it on the turntable and was again in the presence of that lovely, husky voice, everything that compelled me to inhale it while it was in my possession came rushing back. The lyrics and tunes are simple, yes, and one sometimes feels that they don’t perfectly rhyme, but they are unarguably beautiful. And with half of the memoir under my belt, some of the songs now struck me as the creation of a sensitive soul, perhaps—no, definitely—someone who has transformed deep suffering into poetry. “Embrace Me You Child” is beyond touching, written by a late 20-ish woman who admired her musical father from the distance to which he always held her.

If Simon suffered from her short-term adult relationships (which, from the memoir, it’s clear she did), she had the last word with at least one of them in “You're So Vain,” a #1 song that kept the world guessing for decades. Warren Beatty, it seems, was at least the subject of verse two, but verses one and three are amalgams of clever phrases Simon jotted down as well as (possibly) two additional men whose identities she has never revealed. Simon was tortured with lifelong low self-esteem, but perhaps at the moment of this song’s composition, she felt strong enough to call out at least one egotistical miscreant because she was happily in love with Taylor; making her own recording of his song, “Night Owl”; celebrating their new relationship in the joyous “The Right Thing to Do” while angsting over it in the title track, “No Secrets.”

I never got around to performing the inspiring "Let the River Run" at our 1980s library program because we ran out of time, though learning to play and sing it was pure joy. But I'm certainly thankful my research led me to Boys in the Trees. It's a fabulous read, written in loving detail by a life-long diarist and poet of the first order. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to play my new copy of No Secrets one more time.