Couldn’t happen now, or could it?
Imagine a cultural paradise where, on one street, two great composers painted each others’ portraits in the afternoon and an actor wrote full-length scores for his own films. This was Hollywood in the mid-1930s, where George Gershwin and Arnold Schoenberg would take time out from their easels to meet Charlie Chaplin as near-equals on the tennis court.
From my Album of the Week on sinfinimusic.com. Click here to read the full review.
(In the end, he gets the girl.)