Category: Song Stories

  • The Wizard of Oz: The Dark Side of the Yellow Brick Road

    I hadn’t watched The Wizard of Oz since I was a kid back in the 1970s. Back then, watching it was a big event because we didn’t have VCRs or the ability to stream movies whenever we wanted. We had to wait until it came on TV, and if you missed it, you’d have to wait until the next time it aired.

    It’s all a bit hazy after so many years, but I distinctly remember being terrified of those flying monkeys.

    I recently watched it again with my 12-year-old daughter, and I was surprised at how well the movie has stood the test of time. When Dorothy’s house lands in Oz and the movie switches from black and white to Technicolor, the colors really are incredibly vivid. I was also impressed by the craftsmanship and all the detail that went into building the sets, which today would probably just be created using CGI.

    But as we were watching, my daughter started telling me about some things she had read online about the making of the film, like the asbestos they supposedly used for snow and the actress who played the Wicked Witch catching on fire.

    I had never heard any of these stories before, and it got me curious. I started doing some reading online and listening to a few podcasts, and the more I learned, the more surprised I became. There were all kinds of accidents and some pretty disturbing things that happened during the making of the movie that I had never known about.

    For starters, Bert Lahr, who played the Cowardly Lion, wore a costume made with real lion fur. The costume reportedly weighed around 90 pounds, and because they needed incredibly bright lights to shoot the movie in Technicolor, temperatures on the set could climb above 100 degrees. You can imagine how uncomfortable that must have been. Apparently, Lahr would sweat so much that the costume had to be dried out after filming, and it didn’t smell very good either.

    Then there was Buddy Ebsen, who was originally cast as the Tin Man. The makeup artists used aluminum powder to give him that metallic appearance, but he ended up inhaling it and became so seriously ill that he had to be hospitalized. He never returned to the production and was replaced by Jack Haley, who played the Tin Man in the finished movie. They also changed the makeup to an aluminum paste rather than a loose powder.

    And then there was Margaret Hamilton, who played the Wicked Witch of the West. During the scene where she disappears in a cloud of smoke and fire, the flames went off before she could safely descend through a trapdoor in the floor. Her face and hand were burned, and she had to spend several weeks recovering. To make matters worse, her green makeup contained copper compounds, and it had to be removed quickly because of concerns that it could make her burns worse.

    After she recovered, Hamilton refused to do any more scenes involving fire. But that didn’t prevent another accident. Her stunt double, Betty Danko, was injured when a special-effects device attached to the Witch’s broomstick exploded. She ended up in the hospital too.

    Remember those flying monkeys that scared me so much as a child? Well, apparently, the actors playing them were suspended by piano wire, and there are accounts of some of those wires snapping during filming, sending the performers crashing to the ground. It’s amazing that they were taking those kinds of risks just to make a movie.

    Even Toto wasn’t spared. Toto was actually played by a female Cairn Terrier named Terry, and during filming, one of the actors accidentally stepped on her foot and injured her. She had to take a couple of weeks off to recover.

    And then there’s Judy Garland, who was only 16 years old when they started filming. I had no idea how much pressure the studio put on her to keep her weight down and make her look younger.

    They had her wear a corset to flatten her figure, and MGM had been controlling her diet for years. There are accounts of her being restricted to things like cottage cheese and chicken broth, and she was given amphetamine-based pills to help control her appetite and keep her going through the long filming days. Sleeping pills were also used to help her get some rest.

    There are even stories about her being encouraged to smoke cigarettes to suppress her appetite, although that particular claim is disputed.

    It’s pretty disturbing to think about how a 16-year-old girl was treated, especially knowing about the struggles she would go through later in her life.

    And then there was the story about the asbestos snow that my daughter had mentioned. Remember the scene where Dorothy and her friends fall asleep in the poppy field and Glinda makes it snow to wake them up?

    For years, people have claimed that the snow was made from asbestos, but apparently, there’s some disagreement about that. Some research suggests they actually used crushed gypsum, which is a mineral used to make plaster.

    What isn’t disputed is that asbestos was used elsewhere in the film. When the Wicked Witch sets the Scarecrow on fire, Ray Bolger, who played the Scarecrow, wore protective clothing that contained asbestos.

    The more I learned about the making of The Wizard of Oz, the more surprised I became. I had watched this movie as a kid and never had the slightest idea what some of these actors had gone through.

    And what’s really interesting is that despite all of these problems, the movie turned out to be such an incredible piece of filmmaking. Almost 90 years later, people are still watching it, and I think it looks pretty amazing even by today’s standards.

    Anyway, after listening to all those podcasts and reading about the movie, I couldn’t get these stories out of my head. I kept thinking about how there was this whole other story behind a movie that practically everyone knows.

    And as often happens when something gets stuck in my head, I started thinking about how I could turn it into a song.

    I played around with a few lyrical ideas, and after letting everything percolate in my brain for a while, the song started coming together.

    So that’s how my song about The Wizard of Oz came about. What started out as an afternoon watching an old movie with my daughter ended up sending me down a rabbit hole, and the next thing I knew, I had written a song about it.


    Sources and Further Reading

    While researching the making of The Wizard of Oz, I came across quite a few interesting stories about what happened behind the scenes. Some are well documented, while others have been exaggerated or disputed over the years.

    For anyone interested in learning more, here are a few good sources:

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    About the recording

    I wrote the lyrics and melody, arranged and produced the song, sang the lead and backing vocals, and played the Taylor 114ce acoustic guitars. Some of my backing vocals were pitch-shifted an octave higher using Auto-Tune to create a soprano-like sound.

    Additional fingerpicking guitar, bass, and fiddle came from PG Music Band-in-a-Box RealTracks. The recording also features Toontrack EZdrummer 3 and Native Instruments piano, organ, and keyboards. Piano MIDI arrangements began in EZkeys 2 and Scaler 2 and were edited to fit the song.

    Recorded and mixed in Logic Pro with iZotope Neutron 5. Mastered with iZotope Ozone 12.

    Read the lyrics

    Somewhere over the rainbow
    There’s a story that’s left untold

    They say they used a real lion’s skin
    To make his costume for The Wizard of Oz
    They would never do that today

    They gave her cigarettes and amphetamines
    To keep her skinny for the film
    It’s no wonder for the rest of her life
    She was never okay

    Some say sometimes you’ve got to suffer
    To make a great piece of art
    And those actors in that film
    They all played their part

    The powdered aluminum makeup
    Got into the original Tin Man’s lungs
    Sent him to the hospital
    And he had to be replaced

    The Wicked Witch caught on fire
    Going through a trapdoor
    She got burns on her hands and face

    Some say sometimes you’ve got to suffer
    To make a great piece of art
    And those actors in that film
    They all played their part

    Sometimes you don’t want to know
    How the sausage making’s done
    ‘Cause when you find out the truth
    It takes away the fun

    We stash away the ugly baggage
    We sanitize
    And hide the truth
    Because we’d rather hear lies

    Those flying monkeys scared so many
    Generations of kids
    But the actors in those furry costumes
    Were terrified too

    Because the cables that suspended them
    Sometimes would break
    But they just got up and kept going
    Because that’s what they were supposed to do

    Sometimes you don’t want to know
    How the sausage making’s done
    ‘Cause when you find out the truth
    It takes away the fun

    There’s something about that movie
    That’s stood the test of time
    Even though the people who made it
    Sometimes crossed the line

    And while the Munchkins sang
    “Ding Dong, the Witch Is Dead”
    Did those actors who suffered
    Wish they’d done something else instead?

    Some say sometimes you’ve got to suffer
    To make a great piece of art
    But I wonder if that suffering
    Really had to be a part

    We stash away the ugly baggage
    We sanitize
    And hide the truth
    Because we’d rather hear lies

  • Gorgeous Lady in Portrait

    Every passing year, we accumulate more possessions, yet so many of the things we buy today seem disposable. It’s hard to imagine much of today’s mass-produced furniture sitting in an antique store fifty years from now.

    But walk through the 22nd Street Antique Mall and you’re surrounded by things that have endured. In some ways, it feels less like shopping and more like visiting a museum. Every object has survived decades of moves, changing fashions, growing families, and people deciding what to keep and what to let go.

    We throw away countless things over the course of our lives, but we tend to hold on to the things that mean something to us. Eventually, some of those possessions find their way into antique stores, waiting for someone else to see value in them.

    As I browsed the antique mall, one painting caught my eye. It was a portrait of a brown-haired woman titled Gorgeous Lady in Portrait, painted by an artist named F. Burke and dated 1971. A notation on it referenced the Anaheim Museum.

    I wanted to know more about the painting, so I sent an email to the Anaheim Museum. They were kind enough to look into it, but they had no record of the painting. Too much time had passed.

    That only made me more curious about the woman in the portrait.

    Who was she? Did the artist know her? What became of her after that painting was made? If she were still alive today, she would be a very old woman. More than fifty years had passed since someone sat down and painted her portrait, yet there she was, still looking out from the canvas in an antique mall in Tucson.

    I began thinking about how little we sometimes know about the people behind the things that survive them. A photograph, a letter, or a painting can remain long after the story of the person connected to it has been forgotten.

    And that is how I got the idea for my song.

    There’s an old saying that one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. But sometimes what we find in an antique store is more than treasure. Sometimes it’s a small piece of someone’s life, still waiting for someone to wonder about the story behind it.

    22nd Street Antique Mall sign
    An antique carriage at the 22nd Street Antique Mall
    Unusual figures at the 22nd Street Antique Mall
    Antique Mall display with a mounted deer and other vintage items
    Antique wicker carriage with a lace canopy
    Patriotic floral wreath
    Antique wheelchair at the 22nd Street Antique Mall

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    Gorgeous Lady in a Portrait

    Recording Notes

    I wrote the lyrics and melody, sang the lead and backing vocals, and played the Taylor 114ce and Fender acoustic guitar tracks. I also played the Bebop organ and Native Instruments Mint guitar parts. The recording also features PG Music bass, EZdrummer 3, and a Logic Session Player synth.

    Read the lyrics

    Gorgeous lady in a portrait
    Someone painted you in 1971
    Now you’re for sale in an antique store
    Hope you had your day in the sun

    So many years have gone by
    If you’re still alive, you must be very old
    I hope you’re warm and taken care of
    Somewhere safe from the cold

    A painting is so much different than a photograph
    The human eye can see an image and choose a different path
    All those years ago
    You were somebody’s muse and inspiration
    I wonder how you ended up
    In your present situation

    Mona Lisa’s hanging on that museum wall
    And they’re selling you for 89 dollars
    At the 22nd Street antique mall

    As I walk around that antique store
    I see so many things that were once treasured
    Now they’re just some trinkets
    With a price tag, that’s how they’re measured

    Things we once thought were precious
    Time passes and we change our minds
    We keep marching forward
    And we leave those things behind

    Gorgeous lady in a portrait
    I hope that when you look back
    At how you lived your life
    Can you cut yourself some slack

    As I pass by that dusty mirror
    I see my reflection and it makes me think
    That I’m getting older too
    And someday I’ll be a missing link

    A painting is so much different than a photograph
    The human eye can see an image and choose a different path
    All those years ago
    You were somebody’s muse and inspiration
    I wonder how you ended up
    In your present situation

    Mona Lisa’s hanging on that museum wall
    And they’re selling you for 89 dollars
    At the 22nd Street antique mall