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The writing of Ebb Tide, like songwriting and like
almost anything else connected with art and the art world, was fundamentally
an indefinable phenomenon. The absurd combination of circumstances,
pressures and motivations which produced the lyrics that go with that
tune (and indeed tune writing is an altogether different, and even more
mysterious, subject) can never be explained. The explanation is the
song itself, and the observations Ive given here are merely the
humorous and surface explanations of a phenomenon which, if it deserves
anything, deserves to be listened to rather than read about. So if this
chapter or this book does anything for anyone, I hope that it will make
him listen to some of the music we are talking about. There is a rich
tradition filled with many beautiful songs in the popular music field,
and only by listening and listening again will one fully appreciate
the anecdotes and observations I and my fellow songwriters are offering.
Now, listen to the songs. >
Carl
and Terry Sigman with Percy Faith, January 1956
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Sammy
Cahn once told me that Carl Sigman was the only pop songwriter whose
catalog he envied. And for good reason. Unlike men like Irving Berlin
and Cole Porter who worked (except very early in their careers) exclusively
by themselves, words and music, Carl was in the tradition of other
great writers like Walter Donaldson, Richard Whiting and Johnny Mercer
who sometimes wrote lyrics and other times music.
Ervin
Drake, songwriter and former head of the Songwriters Guild
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