THERE IS A CLOSE-HARMONY STYLE so distinctively American that any cliché image of the turn of the century includes a barbershop quartet. Men, of course, with large mustaches, singing of the women idealized in the old Life magazine or, more rudely, on the Police Gazette.
|The singing style may have started|
with men, but women have long
since invaded the barbershop.
The River Valley Chorus celebrated these traditions with a concert titled “A Touch of Memory” at the Egg Saturday evening, which, at its best, was a terrific show of showmanship. Or showwomanship.
For the opening, a Hollywood theme. Silver jumpsuits and sky-blue blouses, with even a few well-coordinated dance steps for something of a Busby Berkeley feel.
If all the elements of this show were that good, it would have been dazzling. But it suffered from a stilted, poorly-timed narration, interrupting the flow from segment to segment. And, unless you’re a die-hard fanatic, all those songs of yearning for a bygone day or lost love or whatever do begin to sound alike.
The party included some guest artists, including the State Streeters, who reinforced every preconception about modern barbershop groups: they wore fake skimmers, clip-on bow ties, bright red vests and sang much too fast. “Everybody Loves a Lover” is the essential barbershop song: it breaks into two combinable parts (that’s why we heard “Play a Simple Melody” later on). But is it really necessary for anyone, I don’t care how old, to sing “Melancholy Baby” any more? That’s as worn out for close harmony purposes as “Satin Doll” is for jazz.
Within the River Valley Chorus are a number of autonomous quartets, which treated us to a succession of well-performed numbers (although, again, the tendency is to take them too fast). We yearned for “Sonny Boy,” “When it’s Darkness on the Delta,” and to “Play a Song Like Daddy Used to Play;” because “I’m a Grandma Now” we were stuck with “Memories Only,” and, all in all, we wished we were “Back in Those Days Gone By.”
What a relief it was, then, when the chorus did an about-face with an Elvis medley of “Heartbreak Hotel” and “Hound Dog.” Not your average chorus-of-women stuff, but that’s what makes a program special.
A quartet called Both Sides of the Fence visited from Nashua, NH, with some wonderful sequences that included a dynamic “Minnie the Moocher,” Johnny Ray’s “The Little Cloud that Cried,” the poignant “Lamplighting Time in the Valley,” and other hilarious surprises. All concerned would do well to pay attention to this group’s style and programming.
“The Way We Were,” used by the chorus as a linking device for the first half, is about as dreary a tune as they come, but I had the insight that another song I detest, “Memory” from “Cats,” very sincerely sung by the River Valley Unit Bittersweet, would be improved if someone would arrange a doo-wop setting behind it. Heard in close harmony, the song cries out for it.
The State Streeters, again reinforcing the fin-de-siècle image of the quartet, closed the first half with a terribly sexist song that tells the story of a man threatened by his sweetheart’s entertainment career who marries her and forces her to perform only at home as she dances “The Bumpety-Bump.”
I suspect this repertory has kicked around the old songbooks since Methuselah was a pup. How about enriching the books with newer standards? You could creep into the ‘20s and ‘30s to collect some fine songs, and I’ll even offer a tip: those two Jerome Kern ditties, “A Fine Romance” and “The Way You Look Tonight” were written to be sung simultaneously.
The concert was a party that got a little wistful at the end, as Barbara Neveu’s “Anniversary Song” summed up the group’s emotions. Although much of the audience seemed to be family and friends already in the know about the River Valley Chorus, the invitation was extended to join their weekly rehearsals, Wednesday evenings in Scotia.
– Schenectady Daily Gazette, 8 June 1987