June Moon

It’s the end of the Roaring Twenties and Tin Pan Alley—a small street of songwriters and publishers in New York’s West 20s—provided the musical accompaniment to the era.  Aspiring lyricist Fred Stevens ventures from Schenectady to the Big City, because “that’s where they got the Mecca for a man if he’s got the song-writing gift.” On the train to New York, he meets a sweet young girl named Edna, who falls for him:  “I love to have a man love their mother,” she coos.  Young Stevens has more enthusiasm than talent, however, and he gets swept up the fads and foibles of the song-writing business.  Serving as 24-bar Greek chorus is Fred’s friend and mentor, Maxie, Tin Pan Alley’s resident song-plugging genius and cupid, who remarks about the song “June Moon”:  “It’s a tune that’s easy to remember, but if you should forget it, it wouldn’t make any difference.”