Deep in December; It's Nice To Remember

Nearly everyone knows the “money” hit song of The Fantasticks, "Try to Remember." This song has been covered by dozens of well-known singers since 1960 . Yet very few have managed to cover the actual feel or mood and thrust of that song. Without seeing the musical or movie and understanding the true meaning of the lyrics, “Try to Remember” could be seen as little more than an overly-sentimental and maudlin journey into the “un-cool”: What many young people today would term “Emo”… And smelling like a dusty stack of our parent’s old “LP” records. And many would sneeringly rate it a simple and repetitive piece without much technical merit. Perhaps we must be old and long ago jaded before coming around full circle and grasping it’s meaning; and appreciating it’s true worth.  

Those who know the play understand the song was designed at least in part to set the stage, to bring the audience to the proper mood and understanding, to augment the trade-mark minimalist, early 60’s “Bohemian” avant-garde sets of the stage production. And this it does magnificently as the opening number. But as we hear it again at the end of the play… The song has somehow magically transformed into both a haunting story of our lives… And as a blueprint for re-finding our way in a world of tragedy, despair, and hopelessness. For those of us above a certain age, it has finally transcended cool, and has touched our very soul.  

What more can we ask from Art, from Drama, and from Music?   

Try To Remember  

By Harvey Schmidt and Tom Jones  

Try to remember, the kind of September,
When life was slow, and oh-so mellow.

Try to remember, the kind of September,
When grass was green, and grain was yellow.

Try to remember, the kind of September,
When you were a tender and callow fellow….

Try to remember… And if you remember,
Then follow!  

Try to remember, the kind of September,
When no one wept; except the willow.

Try to remember, when life was so tender,
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.

Try to remember, when life was so tender,
That love was an ember about to billow….

Try to remember… And if you remember,
Then follow!  

Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.

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