Cole Porter
Cole Porter
Cole Albert Porterwas an American composer and songwriter. Born to a wealthy family in Indiana, he defied the wishes of his domineering grandfather and took up music as a profession. Classically trained, he was drawn towards musical theatre. After a slow start, he began to achieve success in the 1920s, and by the 1930s he was one of the major songwriters for the Broadway musical stage. Unlike many successful Broadway composers, Porter wrote the lyrics, as well as the music,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionSongwriter
Date of Birth9 June 1891
CityPeru, IN
CountryUnited States of America
A slap and a tickle Is all that the fickle Male Ever has in his head
Rodgers and Hammerstein, if you can imagine it taking two men to write one song. (when asked "Who wrote 'Some Enchanted Evening'?)
In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but now, God knows, anything goes.
You're the Nile,/ You're the Tower of Pisa,/ You're the smile/ On the Mona Lisa.
The 1860s-era house, which has about 21 rooms, had fallen into disrepair over the years. It had been split into several apartments, and police found a methamphetamine lab in one of the apartments two years ago. The museum plans to sell fudge made with recipes from the now-closed Arnold's Candies of Peru. At his shows, Porter gave away boxes of the candy as presents.
Good authors, too, who once knew better words Now use only four-letter words Writing prose - Anything goes
Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.
My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director. ... (when asked who wrote 'Some Enchanted Evening') Rodgers and Hammerstein, if you can imagine it taking two men to write one song. ... Good authors, too, who once knew better words now use only four-letter words writing prose. ... Brush up your Shakespeare and they'll all kowtow.
Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.
Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do
I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.
Be a clown , be a clown, All the world loves a clown. Act the fool , play the calf, And you'll always have the last laugh .
Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.