SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

As we approach this year’s Oscar Awards this Sunday, we’re reminded of the 2014 Oscars.  They celebrated the 75th anniversary of the release of the “Wizard of Oz” by having Pink sing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow,” with highlights from the film in the background.

What few people realized, while listening to that incredible performer singing that unforgettable song, is that the music is deeply embedded in the Jewish experience3.

It is no accident, for example, that the greatest Christmas songs of all time were written by people of the Jewish faith who don’t celebrate Christmas.

For example, “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was written by Johnny Marks and “White Christmas” was penned by a Jewish liturgical singer’s (cantor) son, Irving Berlin.

But perhaps the most poignant song emerging out of the mass exodus from Europe was “Somewhere Over The Rainbow.”  The lyrics were written by Yip Harburg.  He was the youngest of four children born to Russian Jewish immigrants.  His real name was Isidore Hochberg and he grew up in a Yiddish speaking, Orthodox Jewish home in New York.  The music was written by Harold Arlen, another cantor’s son.  His real name was Hyman Arluck and his parents were from Lithuania.

Together, Hochberg and Arluck wrote “Somewhere Over The Rainbow,” which was voted the 20th century’s number one song by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA).  In writing it, the two men reached deep into their immigrant Jewish consciousness—framed by the pogroms of the past and the Holocaust about to happen—and wrote an unforgettable melody set to near prophetic words.

Read the lyrics in their Jewish context and suddenly the words are no longer about wizards and Oz, but about Jewish survival.

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Somewhere over the rainbow
way up high
there’s a land that I heard of
once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
skies are blue,
and the dreams you dare to dream
really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish
upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops
that’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow
why then, oh what can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

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The Jews of Europe could not fly.  They could not escape beyond the rainbow.  Harburg was almost prescient when he talked about wanting to fly like a bluebird away from the “chimney tops.”  In the post-Auschwitz era, chimney tops have taken on a whole different meaning than the one they had at the beginning of 1939, when the song was part of the movie.

Pink’s mom is Judith Kugel.  She’s Jewish of Lithuanian background.  As Pink was belting the Harburg/Arluck song from the stage at the Academy Awards, I wasn’t thinking about the movie.  I was thinking about Europe’s lost Jews and the immigrants to America.

I was then struck by the irony that for two thousand years the land that the Jews heard of “once in a lullaby” was not America, but Israel.  The remarkable thing would be that less than ten years after “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” was first published, the exile was over and the State of Israel was reborn.

Perhaps the “dreams that you dare dream really do come true.”

(Thanks to John Kermguard for passing this along.)

ArtSchwartzSig

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2 responses to “SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

  1. tom adams

    I like bloggers who have something to say, thanks to you Art, especially when its a new message about Lithuanians taking over the north sea and Russia. And following on with the yellow brick road in Kansas. A kansas wind could get Todo and Dorothy somewhere over the Rainbow.

    We were in the USAF in coldwar days in the 60’s. The rainbow was near Schilling Air Base in Salina, KS, as was Kim Nowack in Picnic (local river park)–but not the munchnicks who never were able to leave the Culver City Hotel.

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