A Love Letter Set to Music
The night a teenager met the girl of his dreams 50 years ago, the stars were bright above
- By Neil Amdur
- Smithsonian magazine, June 2004, Subscribe
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Fred Parris met Marla, the "girl of my dreams," at an amusement park in West Haven, Connecticut, in May 1954, fifty years ago last month. "Destiny prevailed," Parris recalls. "I couldn't believe my luck." He and Marla got engaged, and when he enlisted in the Army in 1955, she moved in with Parris' family.
After spending a weekend with her in Connecticut, the young soldier spent the entire train ride back to Philadelphia, where he was stationed, thinking about "how we met, the good times, that day in May." He goes on. "When I arrived at camp, I went straight to the day room. There was a piano there and I started playing the chord in my head and the words in my heart. Before I realized it, it was time to go to guard duty. It was a cold, black night, and the stars were twinkling. The setting was very apropos for my feelings and emotions."
Alas, that Connecticut weekend would be the couple's last together. That winter, Marla yielded to her mother's pleas to join her in California. The couple saw each other only one more time.
Over the years, Parris would marry twice, rebound from flirtations with drugs and alcohol, survive a decade-long legal challenge by an ex-Satin to the rights to the name of his group and see "In the Still of the Night" recorded by artists ranging from Ronny Milsap, BoyzIIMen and the Beach Boys. There have been many "Five Satins" groups. Their last hit, "Memories of Days Gone By," was recorded in 1982. The group, with Parris singing lead tenor, still performs at golden oldie convocations.
"The song was like a love letter set to music," Parris says today. "It squeezed every bit of romance out of me."
"It's an accident that happened perfectly," Walt DeVenne, a Boston-area disc jockey for almost four decades, says of the song’s enduring quality. "It was our music—the kids' music. Blacks, whites. The music was good. You didn't care if it was white or black. It didn't matter."
Film and TV composer Ron Jones agrees. "There's a tangible chemistry that the song evokes," he says. "The black farmer in Mississippi can listen to it differently than a steelworker in Canada, but they both relate to the romance of the time and the mind." It makes you feel, he adds, "like being on Sputnik looking down rather than being in a car looking up. It's this broad landscape, with lyrics so broad you could be in Russia. It's operatic, with a high tenor above the accompaniment like 'Ave Maria,' and its chord progressions are hymn-like, like knights in shining armor. That's why it has the power. It is universal."
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