Tin Pan Alley-poppen

Betegnelsen Tin Pan Alley blev brugt om amerikanske slagere og populærmusik til film og shows.

Tin Pan Alley-poppen var tæt knyttet til filmensverden. Musikken blev brugt som underlægning til utallige film, og mange film fra 30'erne og fremefter var endda blot en kæde af sang- og dansenumre med en forbindende historie. Instrumenterne stammede fra det halv-klassiske salon- eller symfoniorkester, og musikken havde ofte et blidt og sentimentalt skær. Teksterne handlede om kærlighed, natur eller børn - eller andre uskyldige, og gerne lidt vemodige emner.

Tin Pan Alley-poppen blev drømmenes verden, hvor man kunne glemme hverdagens problemer, og med fremkomsten af Rock'n'Roll-musikken og den langt mere pågående og provokerende karakter, blev Tin Pan Alley-poppen overladt til forældrene - den "ældre, satte generation".

Bing Crosby: White Christmas

Bing Crosby - White Christmas

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,

Just like the ones I used to know.

Where the tree-tops glisten,

And children listen

To hear sleighbells in the snow.

 

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,

With every Christmas card I write,

"May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Christmases be white".

 

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,

Just like the ones I used to know.

Where the tree-tops glisten,

And children listen

To hear sleighbells in the snow.

 

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,

With every Christmas card I write,

"May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Christmases be white".

 

Doris Day: Que Sera Sera

Doris Day: "Que Sera Sera"

Que Sera Sera

 

When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother, what will I be

Will I be pretty, will I be rich

Here's what she said to me.

 

Que Sera, Sera,

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours, to see

Que Sera, Sera

What will be, will be.

 

When I was young, I fell in love

I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead

Will we have rainbows, day after day

Here's what my sweetheart said.

 

Que Sera, Sera,

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours, to see

Que Sera, Sera

What will be, will be.

 

Now I have children of my own

They ask their mother, what will I be

Will I be handsome, will I be rich

I tell them tenderly.

 

Que Sera, Sera,

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours, to see

Que Sera, Sera

What will be, will be.