Allan Sherman - My
Son The Greatest (The Best Of)
In this blessed season of
light you may have often found yourself asking: “What would it be like to be
Jewish during the Christmas season?” An excellent question, and I can answer it
for you: it is humbling, interesting, a little isolating, but most of all, it
is funny. The Jewish people have a long history of finding humor in all sorts
of situations, and being kind of excluded from the biggest national holiday in
the American calendar could be the source of weird feelings and bitterness, and
yet… most of the great Christmas songs were written by Jews and I personally love
Christmas. I like the lights, I like the happiness it brings kids, I like that
people try to be nice to their families and neighbors - all good! Growing up in
New York, both the beauty and emotional schism of the holiday were even more
apparent. Many Jews in America in the 20th century developed their
own interesting and funny traditions. Going to a movie and out for Chinese
(another group in some ways excluded from Christmas) food is a huge deal.
Participating in the gift giving, but not really knowing why - big. Watching
Christmas movies and appreciating them for their achievements in cinematography
- big! But biggest for our family was Christmas 1962 when Jewish comedian Allan
Sherman put out his My Son The Folk
Singer album and Jews throughout America went into a spasm of laughter that,
for me at least, has not subsided to this day. Sherman perfected the technique
that has made Weird Al Yankovic a household name in the modern era. He took
famous songs and made up new and hilarious lyrics to them.
I was lucky enough to
meet Weird Al many years ago, and I asked him if he listened to Allan Sherman
growing up. He actually got down on his knees, à la Wayne’s World, and said “I’m not worthy!” Yes, Allan Sherman was
the best at song parodies. He brought a real sense of history, musicianship,
and, as mentioned, Semitism to his work. In 1962 there weren’t that many
Yiddish accents in mainstream media, yet, when Allan Sherman’s “Sarah Jackman” (a parody of “Frère Jacques”) was released and President John F.
Kennedy was overheard singing it, suddenly the inverted clauses and misplaced
proper nouns started to become part of American life. Sherman actually reached
mega-stardom with his hit song “Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh!” –which took the classical
standard by Ponchielli, “Dance of the Hours,” and turned it into a letter from a
homesick kid stuck at sleepaway camp. The song was an enormous hit and made Sherman
very famous very fast. However, in my estimation it is the least of his
accomplishments. My Son The Greatest is
filled with hilarious adaptations of popular songs loaded with cultural
references of the moment (in the late 50’s and early 60’s). He takes on
advertising, fast food, consumerism, T.V., slang, The Beatles, beatniks, history,
movie stars, politics, even Christmas itself.
For me, and I suspect for
many other Jewish people, the best are his parodies of Jewish family life,
where he affects the heavy Yiddish accent and makes merciless fun of the Jewish
people’s halting steps into American culture. “Sarah Jackman,” “The Streets Of
Miami,” “Shticks Of One And Half A Dozen Of The Other,” and most importantly “Shake
Hands With Your Uncle Max,” in which
he spits out more hilariously rhyming Jewish surnames than seems possible in
three minutes, are the songs that really hit home with me. I remember my Dad
having his drink come out of his nose the first time he heard these lines
delivered:
Merowitz, Berowitz, Handelman, Schandelman
Sperber and Gerber and Steiner and Stone
Boskowitz, Lubowitz, Aaronson, Baronson,
Kleinman and Feinman and Freidman and Cohen
Smallowitz, Wallowitz, Tidelbaum, Mandelbaum
Levin, Levinsky, Levine and Levi
Brumburger, Schlumburger, Minkus and Pinkus
Sperber and Gerber and Steiner and Stone
Boskowitz, Lubowitz, Aaronson, Baronson,
Kleinman and Feinman and Freidman and Cohen
Smallowitz, Wallowitz, Tidelbaum, Mandelbaum
Levin, Levinsky, Levine and Levi
Brumburger, Schlumburger, Minkus and Pinkus
And Stein with an ‘E-I’ and Styne with a ‘Y’
To hear our
heritage yelled out proudly and humorously on a major-label release through our
own hi-fi was just too great. It made me feel like I was part of the fabric of
America, not an outsider. I liked and identified with being someone who was
part of a great tradition of poking fun at ourselves and the world around us.
When I
pulled out My Son The Greatest to
listen to for this review each song reawakened wonderful feelings of self-awareness,
nostalgia and yes, a little of the magic spirit.
Merry Christmas mine friends!
-
Paul Epstein
1 comment:
Paul,
There is no better example of humanity than Alan Sherman. He's the Jim Morrison of comedy. Booze fuels fools and fools fuel humanity. Why isn't he buried in Pere Lechaise Cemetery?
Rock,
Greg
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