The song was written by Arthur Deitz and Howard Schwartz for the 1948 musical “Inside USA.” The version I’m most familiar with is by Blossom Dearie. Several websites I visited actually credited Dearie with writing the song. She did arrange it for her unique singing style but she didn’t write it. Here’s a version with lyrics provided. It is quite funny.
This may come as a shock to anyone who regularly reads these posts, but I honestly don’t immediately think of how every single song on this thread relates to me. For example, with this song the first train of thought I took had to do with changing world economics. Since money and politics don’t tend to make for light hearted jazz posts, I figured I’d save that conversation for my liberal commie friends.
Next I started to wonder who Rhode Island might actually be famous for. It turns out that George Cohan and Nelson Eddy were both born there. That’s pretty much where this thought train derailed. Neat trivia though I thought.
I finally got back to familiar “all about me” territory when I went off on a tangent about what states weren’t featured in the song. I noticed that neither my friend’s home state New York (famous for giant green ladies) nor my home state Illinois (famous for “ill and noise”) rated a mention. Ah well, even though the song didn’t give my birthplace any love, at least I know Frank’s jazz thread is famous for me. I shall go now and sit in my narcissistic, mirror filled corner of shame.