Far North American
Graffiti: Full moon, empty arms and Bob Dylan too
By Jim Heffernan
Quite a bit of fuss is being made over Bob Dylan’s new album
on which the Hibbing native and international folk-rock troubadour simply sings
a bunch of tuneful old songs once recorded by Frank Sinatra.
Included on the album, “Shadows in the Night”, is a Dylan
rendition of the song “Full Moon and Empty Arms,” recorded by Sinatra back in
the 1940s. I wonder how many Dylan fans will realize that the romantic melody,
set with the words “full moon and empty arms,” is the main recurring theme from
Russian composer Sergei Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2.
This great concerto for piano and orchestra is among the
most popular works of Russian romanticism. It has been so popular, in fact,
that it has provided musical inspiration for any number of movies, not to
mention any number of listeners, like me, and possibly fellow Northern
Minnesotan Dylan.
I first heard the concerto as a teenager, and was
immediately captivated by its drama and melodic line. It is a swoon-worthy
piece of classical music, especially for anyone with a scintilla of romantic
inclination in the arts.
The concerto (not the song derived from it) often shows up
on movie soundtracks. It is the main theme of the 1954 movie “Rhapsody” in
which Elizabeth Taylor falls in love with a young pianist learning to play it.
It is the entire score of the 1945 British film “Brief Encounter” in which
actors Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson conduct an extra-marital affair … or
almost.
And my favorite use of the work comes in the comedy “The
Seven Year Itch” in which actor Tom Ewell, captivated by the voluptuous woman
who lives upstairs in his building (played by Marilyn Monroe), imagines
seducing her while playing for her the Rachmaninoff Second Piano Concerto.
With Marilyn seated next to him on the piano bench as he
plays the sonorous opening chords of the work, Ewell, decked out in a red
smoking jacket, furiously plays the early passages of the work, then turns to
Monroe and says dreamily, “I’m going to take you into my arms, and I’m going to
kiss you, very quickly, and very, very hard” as the music swells, and at which
point a surprised Monroe falls off the piano bench, ending the fantasy.
Poor Rachmaninoff probably never imagined his work would
become so bastardized when he wrote it in the early 20th Century.
Now it has become somewhat of a phenomenon in the 21st, thanks to
Dylan’s revival of the melody and a pair of songwriters’ lyrics, which go on
from “Full moon and empty arms” to the words, “The moon is there, for us to
share, but where are you?”
I used to wonder that myself as a teenager trying to find my
way through the labyrinth of adolescent romantic imaginings. In the 1950s in
Duluth, teenage “love” and “courtship” were quite different from what I think I
see today. For one thing, back then it was not uncommon for boys to cruise
Superior Street and other places in cars at night, hoping to connect with
(really, pick up) girls strolling the main streets. Girls they might not even
know (oh, my). Today such activity would probably land the boys in jail, but it
was a common practice in the mid-‘50s, and sometimes it even worked, although
rarely.
One of the favorite Duluth stretches for such activity in
the warmer months was on London Road between about 10th and 14th
avenues East just after 10:30 at night when roller-skating at the old Curling
Club let out. Skaters would file out
onto London Road and boys in cars would slowly drive by to see if they knew any
of the girls and could perhaps offer them a ride, or even offer rides to those
they didn’t know.
I know this sounds bizarre today, but such were the mating
rituals of mid-century for a certain class of youth, of which I was – not very
successfully – one.
Taking up this practice one warm summer night, a friend with
a convertible and I made our way to London Road around 10:30, top down, to see
if there was any action. Inexplicably for Twin Ports popular A.M. radio, on
came the Rachmaninoff Second Piano Concerto blaring from the dashboard of our
convertible.
Boy, thought I, the girls, fresh from roller-skating, would
hear a few bars of the Rachmaninoff and flock to our car, where we would
quickly make our way to Skyline Parkway and perhaps kiss them, very quickly, and
very, very hard. Unfortunately, this was about the time Elvis was first
dominating the airwaves. We would have been better off with “Don’t be cruel, to
a heart that’s true” blaring from the car radio.
So it was still another night with full moon and empty arms
for me, as Rachmaninoff spun in his grave and young Robert Zimmerman, close to
my age, reposed up in Hibbing, quietly plotting an international music career
of fortune and fame as Bob Dylan.
For more about Dylan and his new album... check his web site HERE, Wikipedia HERE and Ben Greenman's review in the New Yorker HERE.
