The broader world of entertainment danced its way into a controversy this month that I do not understand at all. So, rather than commenting, rather tardily, on the pearl-clutching “Eek! There’s a stripper pole in the Super Bowl halftime show” thing, I’ll use it as a springboard for some thoughts about musicals. That is, if a stripper pole can be used as a springboard: I don’t know that, either.
“Something wrong with stripping?” asks a character in Gypsy, with a delicious dollop of indignation. America’s long history with Puritanism means that somebody’s bound to object to sexiness wherever it rears its pretty tush, but America’s musical theatre history had scantily clad dancing girls right from the start, a little over 150 years ago, in the legendary “first musical,” The Black Crook. For at least a century, comely chorines were a main factor drawing straight men to Broadway. Here’s how Bob Merrill, the principal purveyor of not-quite-clever-enough rhymes, described the stage scene of 1910:
Any guy who pays a quarter
For a seat just thinks he oughtta
See a figure that his wife can’t substitute
It’s not always the male gaze on the female curves, of course. In 1956’s hysterical Li’l Abner, government scientists create a magic tonic that turns scrawny men into Atlases. I have a wonderful, if vague, memory of an elementary school production many years ago, in which the boys put on the sort of shaped plastic used in old Halloween masks to give themselves abs and hulk-like muscles. More recently, when Encores put on Li’l Abner, they hired a bunch of behemoths from a modeling agency. In other words, the real thing. Not as amusing, but satisfying to audience members who appreciate well-built males – most people, nowadays.
Li’l Abner was based on a surprisingly risqué comic strip in which Al Capp let his imagination run wild and drew his characters, of both genders, as preposterously well-endowed. The musical’s plot has the transformed husbands (and yes, they’re all husbands) concomitantly lose all interest in sex, leading their wives to sing:
They was not known for beauty,
But they sho’ done they duty,
And they made the boudoir buzz!
Put ’em back the way they wuz!
They was long, lean, and lanky,
But they loved hanky-panky
They did things that outdone duz!
Put ’em back the way they wuz!
They wuz vile lookin’ varments
Wearing vile lookin’ garments
But they knowed a his from huz…
put ’em back the way they wuz!
They was no shakes as lovers,
But they warmed up the covers,
Covered as they wuz with fuzz!
(Johnny Mercer)
I can claim a small family connection to this musical, as my father, then a young lawyer for a show business firm, was assigned to keep an eye on Al Capp, make sure he stayed out of trouble. This proved difficult, as Capp eluded Dad’s watchful eye and, before much time had passed, was found chasing some underage girl through a hotel room. This is similar to the plot and setting of another musical, My Favorite Year, in which the young hero has to keep watch on a hard-drinking movie star with limited success.
None of Johnny Mercer’s other musicals ran more than a year, but I’m just now reminded he wrote a novelty song about stripping that never fails to bring a smile to my face.
That notion that she’s always a lady plays a big part in Gypsy, where we come to the inescapable conclusion that Gypsy Rose Lee elevated the form with her patina of class. And one of the few lyricists I feel is superior to Mercer, Lorenz Hart, used this as the basis for an amazing comedy song in 1940, Zip.
Ten years later, my favorite songwriter, Frank Loesser, thought of two musical permutations on strip tropes. (Say “strip tropes” three times fast. It’s a good thing this isn’t an audiobook.) One involves an emotional justification for removing clothing, Take Back Your Mink. The character claims to be shocked that the man who gave her expensive tokens of his esteem tried to remove them all, and so she throws them at him in a fit of pique, stripping in anger.
Now, it just so happens I can claim a family connection to this song. My grandfather was in the fur business, and, at a fairly advanced age, found herself on a beach chaise by a pool in Miami, Florida. Go figure! She got to talking to the lady next to her and they discovered they both had husbands in furs. It was Mrs. Hollander, whose husband had invented a treatment to make cheap muskrat fur look more like mink. When Adelaide sings “tell him to Hollanderize it for some other dame” she’s revealing that the mink isn’t really mink at all, an insult the entire New York audience would have understood in 1950 but nobody gets today.
Adelaide, which is the name we gave our daughter, is also central to the other strip-borne number in Guys and Dolls. At one point, Frank Loesser thought about how uncomfortable it must feel to stand on stage in minimal covering. The temperature might be chilly enough to make you sick, and so he began a song called The Stripper Had Developed a Cold. The music had the driving 12/8 repeated chords one associates with ecdysiastic accompaniment, but, eventually, the song was abandoned. But when the idea emerged that Miss Adelaide would break into sneezes every time Nathan Detroit exhibited his faithlessness, it was a hop, skip and a jump to “A person can develop a cold.” So that’s why you hear striptease music in Adelaide’s Lament, widely considered the best comedy song ever written for the stage.
And so I ask you, once again: Something wrong with stripping?