Lyricist Fran Landesman started with “Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most” and the Broadway musical The Nervous Set. Then turned her life into songs. Â Here’s how our lives intersected.
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âWhat was it like working with Steve Allen?â I asked. Â The woman sitting across from me was used to interviews; the press had been visiting her Duncan Terrace flat since she and her husband moved to London in the 60s. But they were usually focused on the Landesman’s somewhat scandalous lifestyle. âWhy would you want to know that?â she answered, with more than a bit of edge to her voice. I rather blundered my way through explaining that as a child I heard Steve Allen sing one of his songs on television. I then sang her the small snatch of it that Iâd remembered for nearly fifty years.
âWould you dance with a man
Who used to be handsome,
Used to be dashing,
Used to be brave.â Â
She drew herself up, and said âI donât suppose you ever bothered to find out who wrote the lyrics?â

Stunned, I blurted out âThen you are the woman Iâve been looking for all my life!â Recovering, I saw a faint smile creep across the face of the Queen of the Bohemian Dream. And that was my first meeting with the great poet/lyricist Fran Landesman.
And it was her lyric to “The Man Who Used to Be”.
I am telling you this because Fran Landesman, at the age of 83, performed to a crowd of fans on Thursday night, worked out her latest lyrics with her writing partner Simon Wallace Friday afternoon, then quietly left the planet on Saturday, July 23, 2011, dying peacefully in her sleep.
She was the greatest lyricist you never heard of.
Her songs were drawn from her life, and so I’ll let her lyrics guide the telling of her story.
“As the lights are changing and the traffic stalls
Someone’s star is rising as another falls
There are shining towers, there are breathless views,
There are laughs and squalor
There are sights that bruise.”
– “In a New York Minute”

Fran Deitsch was not destined to be a songwriter. She was an extraordinarily bright child, and her father, a wealthy New York dress manufacturer, hoped that she would follow into the family business. He enrolled her in the Fashion Institute of Technology, and had it not been for a certain gentleman she encountered in the late forties in Greenwich Village, she might have made her mark in an entirely different field.
The gentlemanâs name was Jay Landesman.
Jay was also, in his own way, a remarkable man, and the product of a remarkable family. He inherited a share of the family antique business, but he could sing, act, dance, write â and edit: he founded an extraordinary magazine called Neurotica, which gave first voice to writers like Marshall McLuhan, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs. He collaborated on his magazine with a wild man named Gershorn Legman, who eventually became the worldâs foremost authority on dirty limericks. Jay survived them all, dying this February at the age of 91.
When Neurotica finally died of unnatural causes (the Post Office was offended by the naughty words, and would not deliver it) Jay decided to return home to St. Louis and open up the Crystal Palace, a gorgeous food-and-entertainment nightclub. Artists like Barbra Streisand, Del Close, Woody Allen plied their trades at the Crystal Palace long before anybody in New York had heard of them. Lenny Bruce and the Smothers Brothers were regulars.
Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that never left the post
I lie in my room staring up at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most.
– “Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most”

Another person who plied his trade at the Crystal Palace was the brilliant musician Tommy Wolf, who was the regular pianist for the place. The story goes that one day, the young Fran reached into her pocket and handed him a poem called âSpring Can Really Hang You Up the Mostâ. It was her hipster version of that part of T.S. Elliotâs âThe Waste Landsâ which begins âApril is the cruelest monthâ.
Wolf set it to music. It was an immediate sensation. Ella Fitzgerald sang it. So did Streisand. So did Chaka Kahn and Rickie Lee Jones. And Bette Midler. And a bunch of other people who are brilliant, but less well known.
Fran and Tommy Wolf collaborated on dozens of other songs. âThe Ballad of the Sad Young Menâ (here is the Shirley Bassey version). And then âNight Peopleâ. And then âThe Stars Have Blown My Wayâ.
And then they had a musical.
Jay put together a libretto based on his experience with Neurotica and, of course, falling in love with Fran in Greenwich Village. The trio, with the help of Theodore J. Flicker, birthed The Nervous Set. The Crystal Palace was the perfect setting for it: through Jayâs management, they had already been prepared for new and different â and weird â stuff. Like a musical that had a four-piece orchestra, instead of the traditional nineteen. And where the musicians would wander onto the stage and jam with the characters. And where the protagonist committed suicide in the end.

The Nervous Set was a marvelous success among the hip set in St. Louis and in 1959 it went to Broadway. But despite some good reviews (The New York Daily News called the show âthe most brilliant, sophisticated, witty and completely novel production of the past decade.â) and some wonderful talent â Larry Hagman made his Broadway debut as a character based on Ginsberg, and the great Del Close played a character based on Legman, the show closed after twenty-three performances.
The Nervous Set may have been too much for New York. But for some of us, it opened up the world of theater in a way that it had never been opened up before.
Five years after The Nervous Set closed, I was working the Boston coffeeshop circuit as a folk singer (and playing jazz piano in an after-hours club and working as a bookkeeper â like most people trying to make it then and now) when I heard a rendition of âSpring.â I reacted pretty much as you might have expected. I  began performing it. Then bought the cast album and performed some of those songs as well. I was in love.
But Fran, embittered by The Nervous Setâs commercial failure, had fallen out of love with the theater, and the country. She, Jay and their two children moved to the West End of London.
I can sleep the day away
And it wonât cost too much sorrow
So tonight this cat will play
He’s got a small day tomorrow.
- “Small Day Tomorrow” set to music by Bob Dorough
The years passed. Tommy Wolf, sadly, died young and Fran thereafter collaborated with nearly a dozen composers, including Bob Dorough, Pat Smythe, Steve Allen, Georgie Fame, Tom Springfield, Richard Rodney Bennett and Dudley Moore.
âWith Fran Landesman, the lyric came first; and it came in perfect shape, crying for a melody. The composer’s job couldn’t have been easier for those privileged few of us who wrote those melodies,â Bob Dorough wrote to me. âHer songs will live on, rising on the âwinds of heaven,â and reaching all the âsad young men.â⊠I shall miss that lady mightily.â
âAll Franâs lyrics are deep, literate and clever,â said Shepley Metcalf, an artist who frequently performed Franâs work. âHaving said that, at the same time her themes are often basic, practical and very human, wrapped in exquisite humor and poetry.â
This could also describe her life with Jay in London. They were fabulously glamorous, eccentric, exotic, liberated â catnip to their younger son, Miles Davis, but horrifying to their older son Cosmo, who became a well-known London journalist. Cosmo is â well, you remember the Michael J. Fox character in âFamily Tiesâ? In his book âStarstruck: Fame, Failure, My Family and Meâ Cosmo called his parents âtwo loud, middle-aged Bohemians in the land of the stiff upper lip.â
The years passed for me too, but not as glamorously. I would have loved to have become a performer, but I had not an ounce of Franâs talent. I moved to Chicago where I drifted from one field to another – writing computer code in the early days of Fortran, selling commercial insurance, then promotional products. For a few glorious years, I produced theatre and music in Chicago. I remarried and moved to the Washington area with my husband, Tim. For a while I worked for the boxer Mike Tyson and his wife, Dr. Monica Tyson, helping to market his line of clothing online. Ahead, I was to become publisher of this website.
But I never forgot about The Nervous Set.
I never forgot Tommy Wolfâs soaring, haunting music, or the insight in Franâs brilliant lyrics. I never forgot the bold way the story challenged the conventions of musical theatre. And I never forgot the way that it thrust the Beats and the hipsters of the fifties onto center stage.
Was that important? I think so. Every artist who today writes poetry free of an iambic straightjacket, every playwright whose dialogue crackles with the sometimes inelegant patois of the street; every actor who has rejected a mannered and âactorlyâ style in favor of authenticity; every hip-hop and slam poet must in justice give a passing nod to these men and women who laughed heroically in the face of post-war conformity.
So I had a crazy thought: why not see if I could revive The Nervous Set? And then I did a crazy thing: I found out where Jay Landesman lived, thanks to Scott Miller of New Line Theatre, and I called him.
He answered the phone himself, sounding surprisingly robust for a man then in his eighty-sixth year. A doorbell rang, far away. “I’ll be right back. The butler has the day off.” he said. I didn’t get the joke until much later. Finally, he gave me permission to revise the book â which had been torn to tatters in the Broadway production â as I saw fit. There were only two conditions.
No song could be removed or added to the score without Franâs permission.
And the play had to have its original ending, a suicide.
I took a shot at the book, and then assigned it to my husband (who also writes for this site). I listened to the enormous collection of songs which Fran wrote post-Nervous Set, and immediately identified a half-dozen which would be perfect for the revised script. Soon The Nervous Set was over three hours long.
It was obvious that I needed to consult personally with the Landesmans. In London’s West End. So I called Jay. Sure, he said, come on over. Stay with us.
âYouâre going to be living with Fran? For a week? Sheâs a dragon lady,â said someone who knew them both. âIf you last more than a day, Iâll be surprised.â
They put me in a small space, sandwiched into a storage room off the stairs, filled with Franâs slim volumes of poetry, and books about other members of the Beat generation. It was perfect. Jay had the downstairs apartment, while Fran occupied her 2nd floor bedroom and Miles rehearsed in his 3rd floor flat. It was a halcyon week, with days spent looking through old scripts and talking about revisions with Jay; we  had supper together every night, then I would venture out to see shows in the local theatre bars, or in the West End.
We were all giddy at the prospect that their Beat jazz musical would return to Broadway.
What everyone wonders
When the big scene is through
Comes down to one question
How was it for you?
Is this what you wanted?
Like your wet dream come true.
I thought it was heaven
How was it for you?Â
- “How Was It for You?”
Finding lovers, losing lovers, but mostly fighting and making up with Jay filled her notebook with poetry which, once Fran met a musician named Simon Wallace in 1994, got turned into songs.
When Jay caused a fire on their third floor, she wrote “Snapshots”
There they are, the days of jazz and joy-rides
Snaps of magic moments lit by laughs.
If you ever find my house on fire
Leave the silver. Save the photographs.
You can imagine âIf Weâre So Hipâ was a retort to their deepest disappointment â that whoever was up there adjusting the spotlight never got it quite right.
Weâre out of offers.
Weâre out of smoke.
Iâd like some credit before I croak.
Itâs getting harder to scratch that itch.
If weâre so clever why arenât we rich?
and the confessional
I gave you a hard time
Fighting our wars
When I should have been dancing
I was settling scores
When I should have been making sense of my life
I was busy messing up yours.
– “I Should Have Been Dancing”
With Simon, Fran wrote over 300 songs like
Feet do your stuff
When the game is way too tough
You don’t have to play
Just look down and say
‘Feet do your stuff.”
– “Feet Do Your Stuff”
and
Down has some terrible attractions
Featuring some desperate distractions
And that hooker Misery
Sings âIâll never set you freeâ
âCause thereâs something irresistible in down.
- “Down”
But among them is one song which deserves to properly bookend her writing career.
Don’t be ashamed
everybody’s got scars
from our various wars
on the way to the stars  ..
There’s the one on your knee
where you fell of the bike
Or the bite from a babe
that you love but don’t like …
In the streets and the bars
everybody’s got scars
On their way to the stars
Everybody gets scars.Â
- “Scars”
The New York Observer called it  “.. a dark purple killer of a song about the blows, emotional and physical, everybody tries to hide.”

Fran and Simon had their regular Friday working session, and I got to sit in. Simon had a melody. Fran had lyrics ready,which she worked intently, one word not sounding right. Bending the rhyming scheme to the melody, shaping the melody line to the meaning, not stopping until she was satisfied. The work was serious, but the mood was relaxed. They laughed a lot.
Simon emailed me: âFor the last 17 years, more or less every week, Fran and I would get together to search for the music that would turn her words into songs. At every meeting she would show me a brand new lyric … sometimes just a few beautifully crafted lines, other times verse after verse of immaculately structured language imbued with her inimitable wit and incisive observation. Words flowed of her in a seemingly never ending stream but she was ruthless in her editing, pruning away any dead wood and polishing the final version till it shone.”
The plan to revive The Nervous Set didnât end as happily. We got it as far as the Chicago Stages New Musical Theater Festival, but it ended there â stymied in part by a tough review from the Sun-Timesâ Heidi Weiss, but more importantly by problems with the book we just couldnât straighten out. And there was the money we needed to raise. In 1959, it cost less than fifty thousand dollars to produce The Nervous Set on Broadway. By 2005, the minimum cost was $5 million. It just wasnât going to happen, I could see.
There were no hard feelings. In fact, the Landesmans were incredibly gracious. And when I wanted to produce a revue of Franâs songs for the 2007 Fringe Festival, she gave me free reign to use any of the songs or poems. She even recorded, a cappella, a little song to use at the end.

We called it Queen of the Bohemian Dream. The director was the great Michael Bobbitt and he assembled an outstanding cast:Â Tracy McMullan, Margo Seibert, Bobby Smith with Darius Smith as music director.
Michael and I spent a lot of time going over Franâs enormous oeuvre, trying to find the selection of songs that worked best together. As opening date approached, Tim and I became the nervous set ourselves. I urged Tim to write a script to string the songs to each other, and he did. I took it to Michael.
âIâll do this if you want,â Michael said, âbut I think the songs can tell themselves.â He was right. The opening performance was a knockout. The Postâs Nelson Pressley approached Tim after the show. âHow long have these guys been rehearsing?â he asked.âSince eleven this morning,â Tim blurted out.
âSource is the setting for another gem: Queen of the Bohemian Dreamâ Nelson later wrote, âa dashing little cabaret featuring the lyrics of Fran LandesmanâŠthe bright cast sing(s) the droll and increasingly dark songs by Landesman and composer Simon Wallace. With its self-producing, uncurated ethic, a lot of the Fringe can feel like Theater Camp, but this is grown-up stuff.â
Thereâs a slow moving depression/at  the bottom of my heart
thereâs a lack of any action in my love life and my art
thereâs no way that I can shift them,
dark clouds follow me like debts
when I try to lift my spirits I just bump into regrets.Â
But life goes on, the wheel goes round
Winners lost, the lost are found
Some time my turn will come around
–Â “Forecast”
Franâs story continued to tell itself, too. Despite increasing health challenges, she toured and performed, returning to the States once in 2008 to entertain a sell out crowd back in the old Crystal Palace. And she continued to shock. When she appeared on Desert Island Discs she demanded a supply of cannabis seeds as her luxury item.
When Jay, her husband of sixty years, died in February she soldiered on stoically. But spring, sometimes, can hang you up the most.
âShe was a city person who looked back on her years in St Louis with great affection and loved both London and New York⊠Simon wrote. “A few weeks ago, during her regular Friday session with him, she dashed off this haiku:
Two rivers run through my life
Hudson and Thames
An ocean in betweenÂ
âAll her life she had a passion for English literature and American song carrying Shakespeare and Dickens in her head alongside Cole Porter and Irvin Berlin (together with others too numerous to list). It is an enormous privilege to have worked with her and great joy to have known her as a friend,â he added.
Tonight, August 5th , 2011, her fans will gather one last time at the RADA Foyer Bar in London for Fran Landesman – Celebration of a Life, featuring her poetry and music performed by Miles Davis Landesman, Simon Wallace, Sarah Moule, Michael Horovitz, Molly Parkin, Dudley Sutton, Abraham Gibson, Niall Spooner-Harvey among others.  There will be a screening of  âAlmost a Legend: The Life and Lyrics of Fran Landesmanâ, a short film by Mia Vuorio-Ringwald.
Then the witty pen, the unmistakable voice, the extravagant personality will be at rest.
But weâll always have Spring.
“Nothing lasts forever
Not fire or ice cream”
Not hope, or heat, or hunger,
And surely not this dream. Â …
As this delightful moment
Recedes into the past
A part of its perfection
Is that it cannot last.”
- “Nothing Lasts Forever”
She leaves behind an enormous trunk of wonderful songs. Hopefully, this piece will convince some of you to perform and produce them. If interested, you may write to Simon Wallace here.
Related:
A Toast to the New Year by Fran LandesmanÂ
Jay Landesman, conductor of the Swinging London scene
Fran will be featured in the upcoming documentary about composer Bob Dorough, “Devil May Care.”
Two reviews of The Nervous Set:
Brad Hathaway for DCTS
Peter Filicia for MasterWorks BroadwayÂ
Note: I am indebted to Tim Treanor for his support with all things, but especially for his help with this article. – Lorraine
Lorraine, look what I found! Perhaps you’ve already seen it, but if not, check this out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rUSMbeFMXQ
Wow! You’ve opened a whole new world for me.
You and Tim are the best.
Lorraine,
I just read this on my lunch hour and loved it. Both the tidbits of insight as to your past, and especially the remarkable Fran Landesman. What a story. I am a fool for showbizzy documentaries so I must look up the film you mentioned. What an education! Thank you for this (and I am indebted to you elsewhere, too.)
– JeffÂ
Wow…Talk about service! Thank you so much Lorraine! I will enjoy reading Ms. Landesman’s poetry and verses.
I can indeed. The title of the song is “A Man Who Used to Be.”
I found recordings by Steve Lawrence and Chet Baker. are available. None, that I know of by the remarkable Steve Allen. To give our readers an idea of Fran’s memorable lyrics, here is the closing stanza, written to a wistful Steve Allen waltz:
Would you dance with a man
Who watches old movies
Dreams about glory
Longs for the sea
If you fancy a man
Who used to be handsome
Used to be fearless and free
Then this is the moment
If ever there was one
To look for the man who was me.
Published in one of her earliest volumes of poetry: The Ballad of the Sad Young Men and other Verses.
I was moved by your tribute to Ms. Landesman. Her talent, her successes, her failures…All part of a life well lived. I was also touched by your opening lines and the statement that she was the woman you had been looking for all these years. During the 70’s, and that’s as closely as I can recall the date, I saw a television performance, by Robert Goulet, of a song containing the lyrics “Would you dance with a man who used to be handsome?” At first I was struck by the irony of a man who had won the genetic lottery singing such a verse, but I was also captivated by the performance, and by the SONG! For years I have tried to find it…That’s how I happened upon this article. I’m still looking for a recording of that song. I’d like to know if I have the right one. Any help? Thanks for the article.
bobnathan@yahoo.comÂ
Thank you for your tribute to Fran Landesman. God rest her. Not being Beat Generation, I apologetically admit that I had never heard of this wonderful lyricist. I was especially impressed with Forecast and Scars, so much so that I am putting Ms. Landesman on my reading list. Thank you!
One of the standout songs from “The Nervous Set” was “Ballad of the Sad Young Men,” which became (for the time) a sort of unofficial gay anthem.
Working on Queen of the Bohemian Dream was pure joy. The very best songs in the world are those songs with memorable lyrics and great tunes. EVERY one of Fran’s songs does that. When a cast can learn 20 something songs in only a few rehearsals, you know that the songs are stellar. I remember Lorraine and I lamenting over which songs to not use from the rich canon of work. It was very very hard. So many songs spoke to so many people. I finally asked Lorraine to just pick her favorites and we weaved the show around those. It was so much fun. I find myself years later being joyfully haunted by Fran’s songs. They just pop into my head, spurred on by some quirky little mundane thing that I witnessed. That’s the brilliance of Fran – she found music and songs EVERYWHERE. So….Lorraine, let’s do another revue! I triple dog dare you! Fran is gone, but she won’t be missed, because she left sooooo much behind for us. Cheers to Fran!!!
Hi Lorraine! What a fabulous article! I am so sorry to hear of Fran Landesman’s death – but I’m delighted that she spent her last days doing what she loved to do – creating, thinking, dreaming big…
I Knew Fran in London in the late sevenies and early eighties. I worked for a small film company on Wardour Street just down from Jay’s office but also  freelanced on a plethora of creative projects.   I was entranced by Fran’s work and interviewed her for a radio show I was doing and then, with her permission of course, used her work in several  poetry shows I concocted and directed. She always met with people on her bed – a huge four poster affair –  in a bedroom that was draped with scarves and jewelry – it was a delightful Bohemian den.
She was creating her show: Invade My Privacy” at the time –  I loved it and still have the tape somewhere. Fran really influenced my future work. I remember reading her poems over and over again – I loved “Lost Lovers” from “Invade My Privacy”:
Have you seen them in a restaurant
Photogenic couple turning grey
Each inside a separate sealed-off world
Sitting there without a word to say?
Wonder if they do it any more
Could it go that way with you and me?
Isn’t there a way to beat that rap?
Isn’t there a way to get home free?
……………
Oh my love, I’ll miss you if you go
I can feel the ice begin to crack
Once I had a friend who made me laugh
Isn’t there a way to get him back?   Â
And then of course there was the ever delightful “In Bed with a Book” from the volume “More Truth Than Poetry” with it’s wonderful ending…
“Name any novel from Dickens to Mailer
And honey I can quote it
I love to curl up in bed with a good book
Or the chap who wrote it.
Thank you for reviving wonderful memories with your excellent article. I am so sorry to hear about both her and Jay’s death – but I am ever grateful that I got to know them in London so long ago.Â
Many blessings,
Geraldine Buckley          Â