Tell Magazine June 2018 5778
Emanuel Synagogue, Sydney - Tell Magazine June 2018 5778
Emanuel Synagogue, Sydney - Tell Magazine June 2018 5778
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Nicole Waldner<br />
I can’t write music, so I’ve always composed my songs by whistling. I play piano with<br />
one hand only, the left one, ‘cause with my right hand I keep time. I conduct myself.<br />
As for my singing, my boss puts it this<br />
way, “Little Seress, you’ve got a voice,<br />
you just can’t sing.” They call me Little<br />
Seress because when I sit down behind<br />
the piano I pretty much disappear<br />
behind it. I’ve been making music for<br />
43 years. I include the four years in<br />
forced labour camp and the eight years<br />
the Communists banned me from<br />
playing. I include them because even<br />
then I had all of my songs inside me.<br />
The very first time I sat down behind a<br />
piano I knew I was home. This is what<br />
I wanted. What amazes me most after<br />
all these years - even now in 1966 when<br />
my music’s not exactly the fashion any<br />
more - is that I managed to pull it off.<br />
People still remember Gloomy Sunday.<br />
That was my song. Billie Holiday<br />
had a big hit with it in 1941. Louis<br />
Armstrong sang it. Bing Crosby,<br />
Frank Sinatra, Josephine Baker, Sarah<br />
Vaughn, Ray Charles. They sang it<br />
all over Europe too. They recorded it<br />
in China and Japan, even somewhere<br />
in Africa. 28 languages it’s been<br />
translated into, at least. People came<br />
from all over the world to hear me<br />
play. Toscanini and Visconti from Italy,<br />
Otto Klemperer from Berlin. Louis<br />
Armstrong! Even Spencer Tracy and<br />
John Steinbeck came from Hollywood.<br />
All this because of one song. All this<br />
from the old ghetto of Budapest.<br />
I think what made Gloomy Sunday such<br />
a big hit was the times we were living in.<br />
I wrote it in 1933. The Nazis had just<br />
come to power. We were all recovering<br />
from one world war and already we<br />
could smell another one coming. The<br />
chords at the start, they really set the<br />
tone. I work those high octave keys<br />
for emotion. As for the words, I didn’t<br />
write them. I mean I did, originally, but<br />
mine were considered too bleak. You<br />
can’t tell people, “Love is dead”. You<br />
can’t say, “The world has ended”. You<br />
can’t take away people’s hope. It isn’t<br />
right. Maybe the doctors can, or the<br />
Nazis, but not the musicians, not the<br />
poets. People come to us for hope, for<br />
relief. So we went with Jávor’s lyrics. I<br />
wouldn’t go so far as to call his version<br />
optimistic, it was still my song after all,<br />
but he made it more personal. People<br />
could relate to it because everyone’s had<br />
a broken heart before, and everyone<br />
loves a love song, ‘cause even when<br />
it’s love gone wrong, it’s still love.<br />
No one in Hungary has ever had an<br />
international hit like me. Not Feri Lehár<br />
and not Feri Liszt either. They invited<br />
me to Paris and New York. I didn’t<br />
go. Even before the war I wasn’t big<br />
on traveling, but after the war I didn’t<br />
want to go anywhere. I just wanted<br />
my piano, my audience. It’s not just<br />
all the unknowns when you travel, it’s<br />
the trains and aeroplanes which scare<br />
the hell outta me. Boats are the pits.<br />
After I’ve been on one of those Danube<br />
barges my bed rocks for days. I don’t<br />
even like buses or trams, that kind of<br />
bone shake I can do without. I never<br />
take the metro because the thought<br />
of being underground sends me into<br />
a spin. I rarely even go to Buda. This<br />
is where I wrote my songs, so this is<br />
home. Kispipa is only two blocks away.<br />
The food is best not spoken about and<br />
they don’t clean the place too often,<br />
but every night that’s where I play.<br />
The royalties never quite panned out.<br />
Maybe I should have gone to New<br />
York? But to hell with the money,<br />
everyone’s poor here. What really gets<br />
me though is that I’m going to be<br />
defined by that song, and its ugly wake<br />
too. When it started getting attention<br />
in the ‘30s and ‘40s there were all<br />
these stories in the papers about people<br />
who committed suicide clutching the<br />
score to Gloomy, supposedly. Then the<br />
Americans dubbed it “The Hungarian<br />
Suicide Song”. Personally, I blame Ray<br />
Ventura. He was the one that started<br />
this whole business. They say that in<br />
Paris, in ’36, every night before he<br />
played my song, he’d read out all these<br />
lies to the audience. How many people<br />
died in Reykjavik when they heard my<br />
song and how many in Rome. Then,<br />
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