Magazine September 9, 2019, Issue

Irving Berlin

Linda Emmet and Caroline Bourgois-Emmet, daughter and grand-daughter of composer Irving Berlin, sit next to Berlin’s piano in Antwerp, Belgium, September 26, 2013. (Yves Herman/Reuters)
In the hurly-burly of politics, we usually don’t stop to note our simple, unadorned love of the things that make this country so marvelous. That’s what we’ve asked our contributors to our latest special issue, "What We Love about America," to do.

Tin Pan Alley was the name given around the turn of the 20th century to a row of buildings on West 28th Street in Manhattan that housed the nation’s music publishers. Eager composers, dubbed “song pluggers,” would show up to peddle their wares, slamming their hands upon upright pianos from whose supposedly tinny sound the nickname supposedly derived. Before the gramophone and before the radio — and for a long time after — music was sold by the sheet and not by the recording. You learned of a song’s existence only when someone in your home or in your town

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