Danny Kaye and Sylvia Fine posing at the piano in their home. Fine played an important role in her husband’s success, writing the music and lyrics for his songs and managing and producing his engagements.
Thinking about Max's growth as a member of a community/extended family when Val's mom calls and he immediately smiles and gets ready to earnestly ask her how she is before she tells him the girls never got back. I am so enamoured with this man.
A 1967 performance by Louis Armstrong and Danny Kaye of “When The Saints Go Marching In”—a song they performed together in the 1959 film The Five Pennies. The lyrics for this version of the song where composed by Sylvia Fine who was Danny Kaye’s wife.
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When The Saints Go Marching In
Lyrics by Sylvia Fine
Oh, when the saints (when the saints)
Go marching in (go marching in)
When the saints go marching in (oh yeah)
I wanna be in that number (oh, number)
Oh, when the saints go marching in
And when the saints (oh, when the saints)
Go marching in (go marching in)
Who's gonna play on the days when the saints go marching in?
Well Louis, I'll explain that now
The mostest and the greatest
From the oldest to the latest
Gonna play in the band, in the great brass band
When the saints go marching in
Louis, what about Brahms? (He laid no bone)
And Chopin? (A solid man)
And Bach, that great old mazzle
Yeah, that great old mazzle was a gasser
Mozart, the moves with all he had
With the symphonies and operas and all that jazz
When the saints go marching in
Do you dig Rachmaninoff? (On and off)
Rimsky? (Of course, of course)
Ravel and Gustav Mahler
Yeah, but don't forget Fats Waller (I wouldn't do that)
Let's dance a twist that you can't resist
Yeah, yeah put this on that list
When the saints go marching in
(Here we go, Louis!)
Oh, when the saints (oh, when the saints)
Go marching in (that number just kept diggin' me)
Oh when the saints go marching in (we'll face it all)
I wanna be in that number, oh
When the saints go marching in
Then Saint-Saëns (Saint-Saëns si bon)
And George Bizet (très, très Bizet)
Mouton, Suppé, Massenet (and often Bach)
Do you dig him, John? (Very often)
Well Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques
I dig you Jacques, I dig you Jacques
Massenet and Bizet (Massenet and Bizet, Massenet and Bizet)
Holden, Holden and Bach
How about Wagner? (Devout)
And Haydn (who?) Joseph Haydn (who?) Haydn! (Well let him come out!)
Paganini? (Rossini?) Toscanini? (Puccini?) Khachaturian (Gesundheit!), thank you
Now what's his name? Mr. Bernstein
And you know that cat?
Sehr wahrscheinlich ist The Court Jester der erste Film mit Angela Lansbury, den ich je gesehen habe. Damals war es aber vor allem der Film mit dem Kelch mit dem Elch und dem Becher mit dem Fächer. Oder war es...? Wenn man keine Kindheitserrinnerungen damit verbindet, kann es einem -hohe Sondheimdivendichte Und Basil Rathbone hin oder her- weil eben doch vor allem Danny Kaye at his Dannykayest, wahrscheinlich schon auch auf die Nerven gehen. Der Tobi rollt jedenfalls ziemlich mit den Augen.
Hazel Muses about dead peoples romantic/sexual lives and if they were queer or not.
So Like trying to put labels on people isn’t the best. But I’m trying to figure out this whole Sylvia Fine Danny Kaye thing and its like historical curiosity I guess. Like in the time and place they lived you couldn’t really talk about these things and knowledge of them sometimes just wasn’t there.
Like looking at Danny Kaye, traumatized youth who became a funny guy to survive. just pretty normal human stuff. But also learning to dance in like 6 months for a movie, becoming the top non-asian chinese chef, learning to pilot planes, learning to conduct despite not being able to read music, able to replicate accents well enough that native speakers would be really confused they couldn’t understand the utter nonsense he was saying with the accent, etc. This seems to me like he was probably autistic. Not that uh thats what I’m getting at. just a tangent.
So Danny was married to a woman named Sylvia Fine. And this seems to have been primarily a business/friend relationship. They did have a child, but only one. Danny was known to cheat on Sylvia, but I wonder if it was actually cheating, because really from what I can tell Sylvia seemed mostly okay with it. Other than a long affair Danny had with Eve Arden early in their relationship anyway.
So I’m kind of wondering if they were polyam or at least open in their relationships. I’ve seen no mention of affairs on Sylvia’s side. This could be because she was more discrete than Danny, or because she didn’t have them, or just because I have so little info.
From descriptions of her I at first felt, was she a lesbian? But the more I think about this I kinda feel like she was ace. Like she just wasn’t really interested with Sex, but since Danny was she let him go out and have sex. I’m not sure the two even had a strong romantic attachment. I’ve seen stuff that says they didn’t here. And descriptions kind of make me feel like Danny was aromantic/demi romantic. And maybe Sylvia was as well. Like they had a light romantic connection, a strong bond that many people wouldn’t necessarily recognize as romantic.
But I have no way to know really. They’re both dead. I can’t ask them. They’re daughter is still alive, but how aware are most children of their parents sexual/romantic lives?
This could also just be me just not wanting Danny being some Philanderer who was constantly Breaking Sophie’s heart and torturing her over their long marriage.
Anyway I feel like they were a queer couple. And looking at all this old music, you just see so many examples of queer people, that we just pretend weren’t. And because we pretend they weren’t the fact that they were gets lost to history, so that later generations don’t realize they were. So it seems like queer history is empty. It always looks empty.
But we know a lot of these people were queer. I don’t mean like by analyzing and wondering like I’m doing here. We know that one of the Andrews sisters was queer. Her long time partner has talked about it. Billie Holiday was bi apparently. It wasn’t even really a secret at the time. Not to people who knew her at least. But this history is hidden. Sure today it’s not too hard to find if you go to look for it. Details perhaps are lacking, but I don’t need to know the names of Billie Holidays various lovers. It’s just so strange that all of this is shoved back and hidden in the depths of a dusty old broom cupboard. Like queer people have always existed. People that you love, whose voices have moved you, whose acting has brought a smile to your face are queer. But you can’t love that part of them? You have to hide it and pretend it doesn’t exist? How can you love queen’s music, and not acknowledge that you love a queer person? You pretend that Freddie Mercury wasn’t bi when you listen to it. Most of you think he was gay, but you know he was queer. But you pretend that he wasn’t when you listen to his music. You hate queer people, oh but that Freddie Mercury you love his music. How? I just don’t understand how you can love someone like that, but hate such an integral part of them.
How are people homophobic, when they love so many homos?