Its hard to describe the pure joy and utter transport I feel when I read E. B. Andy Whites Notes and Comment work for The New Yorker from the 20s and 30s (especially in the original magazine facsimile.) I have probably read most of these pieces 500 times, and they never cease to amaze, awe, and transfigure me. To be taken back to the time when four shows by the Gershwins were running on Bway, not to mention those of Rodgers & Hart, Kern, Berlin, is amazing. To see the listings and the reviews - and to see the chances that were being taken on some artistic newcomers: Hows this for a listing? from the issue of 7 Jan 1928, under the heading, Recitals and Concerts: Town Hall, Sunday the 8th at 1:30pm - Andres Segovia, Début of a guitarist who may be a sensation. Ill post Andys New Years piece for the lead in Notes and Comment. A lot of his early NYer work was first collected in a book published by Harpers entitled, Every Day is Saturday - the first published collection of his N/C pieces (which were all written anonymously, under the guise of the editorial we. It was the last volumes of his work which I did not own in First Edition. I finally found one about five years ago. One of the things for which I am most grateful in my life, was Andys friendship, and is his lifes work.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 06:33:22 +0000
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