“America” Is Still Timely and Fun
The ultimate song about immigration, from ‘West Side Story’, is so smart and sassy.
America’s two gangs are slugging it out in the courts and polling places. Just like West Side Story… Yes, that’s the flimsy premise I’m going to use to talk about a song that has been rattling in my head lately. The Sharks, those Democratic champions of immigration, are waiting on the GOP Jets, currently in charge of Air Force One, to surrender the keys. Barring a constitutional crisis, this might actually happen. We may not come out of the rumble in one piece, but the Sharks win the best song contest — just listen to (and watch) them deliver the head-scratchingly cool “America” from the movie version of that play.
Written by Leonard Bernstein, with smart and sassy lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, it’s high-brow, low-brow and just plain fun. You can’t claim it’s predictive, it’s more a case of a country so unwilling to change that the old songs still fit. The battle between the Puerto Ricans and New York white boys, played out in violent choreography, is raging today with the MAGA gang (all bad dancers) trying to demonize people of color.
The sharp choreography is by Jerome Robbins, who conceived the whole Romeo and Juliet update and also directed it. It was Fosse before anyone had heard his name. Fingers snap, hands clap and the sinuous frames strut and tease; the athleticism of the dancers is something to behold. They look like they should’ve been playing professional sports, which might have been easier.
Song for song, West Side Story is surely one of the greatest musicals ever produced. There just aren’t any clinkers. “Maria,” “Something’s Coming,” and “Tonight,” are all well-known standards. “I Feel Pretty” is something most anyone can whistle and “Cool” should be every gang’s theme song. In “America,” the lyrics are a clever dialogue between the Puerto Rican girls, who assume the pro-America stance, and their boyfriends, who take a more measured view, bringing up little bugaboos like racism and poverty. It’s a nice comic moment in a play a lot of investors considered too depressing to sink money into.
I like to be in America,
O.K. by me in America,
Everything free in America—
For a small fee in America.
Buying on credit is so nice.
One look at us and they charge twice.
I’ll have my own washing machine.
What will you have, though, to keep clean?
Skyscrapers bloom in America.
Cadillacs zoom in America.
Industry boom in America.
Twelve in a room in America.
Lots of new housing with more space.
Lots of doors slamming in our face.
I’ll get a terrace apartment.
Better get rid of your accent.
ANITA AND THREE GIRLS
Life can be bright in America.
If you can fight in America.
Life is all right in America.
If you’re all-white in America.
(an interlude of WHISTLING and DANCING)
ANITA AND CONSUELO
Here you are free and you have pride.
Long as you stay on your own side.
Free to be anything you choose.
Free to wait tables and shine shoes.
Everywhere grime in America,
Organized crime in America,
Terrible time in America.
You forget I’m in America.
(An interlude of MORE DANCING)
I think I go back to San Juan
I know a boat you can get on.
Everyone there will give big cheer!
Everyone there will have moved here.
© Leonard Bernstein / Stephen Sondheim
Maybe it’s the triumph in this song that keeps it knocking around my brain. As earworms go, it could be worse. Our win over the forces of evil was tamped down by the foot dragging and glacial pace of counts and recounts. So this is probably my personal fireworks celebration, something I can pump my fist to… if I ever get that cadence down.
Assuming there’s still an America 50 years from now, will today’s warring factions be made over into dancing gangs in sharp suits armed with nothing more dangerous than insults? Will all this partisan acrimony ever be entertaining? Anything can happen in America and it usually does, so just get me to January 20, 2021 and we can take it from there.