Love Song The Lives of Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya

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The passage provides biographical details about the early lives of Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya in Vienna and Dessau. It describes Lenya having a difficult childhood with an abusive father and Weill receiving his first musical lessons from a mentor in Dessau.

Lotte Lenya had a difficult childhood, living in poverty in Vienna with an abusive father who singled her out for intimidation and violence.

Kurt Weill received his first lessons in harmony and composition from Albert Bing, the new Kapellmeister at the court theater in Dessau, where Weill was already performing as a pianist in recitals.

Frontispiece: For two generations, Mary Martin’s singing of “That’s Him” in One Touch of

Venus on a chair set downstage overlooking the orchestra pit was one of Broadway’s Offi-
cial Memories. Having just come off writing musicals for Walter Huston and Gertrude
Lawrence, Kurt Weill was in his heyday as Composer To the Stars.

All illustrations courtesy of the Billy Rose Theatre Collection; The New York Public Li-
brary for the Performing Arts, Astor, Lenox and Tilden Foundations; and private collec-
tions.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Mordden, Ethan.
Love song : the lives of Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya / Ethan Mordden. — 1st ed.
p. cm.
Includes index.
ISBN 978- 0-312- 67657-5 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-250-01757-4 (e-book)
1. Weill, Kurt, 1900–1950. 2. Lenya, Lotte. 3. Composers—Biography.
4. Singers—Biography. I. Title.
ML410.W395M67 2012
782.1092'2—dc23
2012028287

First Edition: October 2012

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Kurt And Linnerl

S he was born first, about a year and a half before him, in Vienna,
on October 18, 1898. Karoline Wilhelmine Charlotte Blamauer
was the daughter of a coachman, Franz Blamauer, and a laundress, the
former Johanna Teuschl. If young Linnerl—a standard nickname for
Karoline—was to captivate men, as her mother predicted, it may have
been one of those traits acquired by imitation, for her mother was a pet
of the local lads. “Frau Blamauer sees pants on a clothesline,” the
neighbors would carol, “and she’s pregnant.” But of her many gesta-
tions only five children were born alive, three girls and two boys.
The firstborn, Karoline, died at the age of four, and the future
Lotte Lenya was named after her. There were as well her older brother,
Franz; her younger brother, Max; and her younger sister, Maria. It
was Linnerl who attracted their father’s particular attention, for he had
loved his dead Karoline and hated the one who replaced her. Young
Linnerl lived in terror in the Blamauers’ small apartment, in a five-
storey block of masonry way out to the southwest of Vienna’s “inner
city,” on the southern edge of the district of Penzing, where it borders
Hietzing. The area was so distant from Vienna’s core area around St.
Stephen’s Cathedral that from the window of the Blamauers’ kitchen
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one could see Schönbrunn, the summer palace of Austria’s royal


house, the Hapsburgs.
It is an odd trick of the abusive parent to select one child in partic-
ular to destroy. The others are ignored or even favored, and Franz
singled out the surviving Linnerl for intimidation with the constant
and very real threat of violence. If he wanted a stein of beer from the
corner tavern, it was always Linnerl who was sent to collect it and
slapped if he suspected that she had spilled any of it. When he barged
into the apartment after a night of carousing and demanded a song, it
was Linnerl who was pulled out of bed—a wooden box with a re-
movable cover for use as an ironing board or in preparing dough for
noodles—and forced to sing for him.
It was a hard life for the family in general, for despite the impres-
sive look of the apartment building, at 38 Ameisgasse, the Blamauers
were poor. One of the souvenirs that Linnerl took with her on her
global journey from Vienna to dwellings in Switzerland, Germany,
France, and finally America is her photograph with neighborhood
children and their mothers when she was three or four. Some forty-
five souls pose, from infants in arms to a few grandmothers, the little
girls in pinafores or Sunday dresses and the boys dolled up in jacket,
high collar, and flowing tie. Scarcely anyone smiles; most look wor-
ried, Linnerl especially. Her mother seems to have been unwilling to
protect her daughter (or herself) from her husband’s rages, but Lotte
never blamed her mother as an enabler. On the contrary, many years
later, when, as Lotte Lenya, she received her mother and sister on a
visit to the Weill place in Rockland County, north of Manhattan,
Lenya seemed genuinely touched—and amused—by her mother’s ab-
solute lack of character growth. She had remained the same with-
drawn, incurious, and blunt being she had been when raising her
children, taking life’s jests and jostles with a kind of Penzing fatalism.
She was even living in the same old two-room flat.
Franz Blamauer, for all his paternal cruelty, was a neighborhood
celebrity, as coachmen often were. A fixture of Viennese life, the cab-
men drove horse- drawn vehicles ranging from bumpy, roofless one-
seaters to carriages fit for a regal suite, and like the taxidrivers of
Kurt And Linnerl 11

New York in the 1950s and 1960s they were official City Characters.
No other European town seems to have celebrated its hackney drivers
the way Vienna did, although their vehicle, the Fiaker, was of Pari-
sian derivation, introduced by the Hôtel St. Fiacre and nicknamed
after it.
Vienna’s coachmen were truculent but helpful, eccentric yet
bound to custom and the old ways of doing things. They would in-
voke a bygone age as if intimately connected to its day-to-day life and
speak of the great Metternich as if they had driven him to Mass at St.
Stephen’s just the other day. Blamauer was not a freelance driver for
hire, however. He held a steady post in the household of a well- off
industrialist. For a working- class fellow of unsteady habits with a
drinking problem, this was what Penzing called—to use modern
lingo—a “good job.”
One of the most famous of Viennese songs of old, Gustav Pick’s
“Wiener Fiakerlied,” in the softened German of Viennese dialect, tender-
izes the coachman figure with “I hab’ zwa harpe Rappen . . .” (I drive two
strong black horses . . . ). The verse, in –44 , catalogues his doings, which
includes the exercise of utmost discretion when taking a certain Count
Lamezan, a pair of lovers, and even Grandpa to dodgy rendezvous.
And the chorus, in a melting waltz, assures us with poetry fit for his
gravestone: “My blood is easy and light on the wind, for I am a true
Wienerkind” (Vienna boy).
The reality of the Viennese coachman was a good deal less de-
mure; it was said that when police work did not involve surveillance
of political adventurers, it almost always involved a coachman. Yet
the Fiakermann stands for the thing Vienna most loved: tradition. The
city’s attitudes were frankly ultra-conservative—as befits the cultural
capital of Prince Klemens von Metternich. This is the name that
historians—and, indeed, every intellectual of the early-middle nine-
teenth century, Metternich’s own era—have pasted onto political
absolutism and reaction. Perhaps the most reviled figure of his cen-
tury, Metternich inspired a book’s worth of false tales delineating a
fatuous popinjay. This was the most powerful figure short of warlord
or monarch? When the Russian ambassador suddenly dies just before
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a diplomatic conference, Metternich becomes entranced with sus-


picion, his favorite mode. “I wonder why he did that,” Metternich
exclaims.
And yet Metternich, as Austria’s Foreign Minister and then Chan-
cellor, was the diplomat with the tact—at least, the cunning—to lay
out a blueprint for the power structures of post-Napoleonic Europe
even while Napoleon was still in business. After all, Napoleon was
France: and France was contagious. “When Paris sneezes,” Metternich
observed, “Europe catches cold.” Metternich’s sway outlasted that of
Napoleon by more than thirty years, till it was ended in the cascade of
continental revolutions in 1848. Still, Metternich left his repressive
sociopolitical system as an example to governments throughout the
continent—especially in Central Europe, dominated in the north by
the Kingdom of Prussia and, in the south, what in 1867 became the
Dual Monarchy of Austria-Hungary.
This was the nation, or agglomeration of nations, that Karoline
Blamauer grew up in. Besides Austria and Hungary themselves it in-
cluded Bohemia, Moravia, Slovakia, and Sudetenland of later Czech-
oslovakia; sections of Poland, Romania, and Ukrainia; Bosnia and
Croatia; and the Italian Tyrol. Because the dual monarchy recognized
two thrones but was governed from Vienna, representatives of the em-
pire’s constituent peoples flooded Vienna, making it the most cosmo-
politan city in Europe. Adolf Hitler, who spent his youth there trying
to launch a career as an artist, hated its lack of nationalist values. Vienna
was not a melting pot, exactly. It laced a multi-ethnic stew with exotic
chunks of music and costume and language from afar: a chowder of
Babel. Other great cities were filled with tourists; Vienna was filled
with foreigners, and they were staying.
Ironically, it was a smallish place that had only recently expanded
to absorb suburbs and outlying villages into a Grossstadt, a metropolis.
The inner city, its narrow streets spreading out radially from St. Ste-
phen’s, was crammed, albeit with Beethoven, Schubert, the playwrights
Grillparzer and Nestroy, the waltzing Strausses. It counted a popula-
tion of only half a million in 1858, when the city’s outer defensive walls
were pulled down—literally detonated, with high explosives, as they
Kurt And Linnerl 13

proved too thick to respond to conventional demolition. The work


lasted well into the 1860s, and when it was over the vast open space left
encircling the inner city became the boulevards known as the Ring-
strasse, giving spectators room to marvel at a crescent of public build-
ings in neo-style, from Greek through Gothic to Baroque: the Opera,
the Parliament, City Hall, the Memorial Church, the University, the
Burgtheater, the Academy of Fine Arts, the Stock Exchange. It seems
characteristic of Vienna to be the last great European city to lose its
outlying armor—as though, unlike revolutionary Paris, businesslike
London, and eternal Rome, it viewed its battlements as protection
from such modern ideas as democracy, a free press, and liberalization
of lifestyle. But then, Vienna was also the easternmost of continental
Europe’s metropolises. The armies of Islam twice besieged it as they
swept through southeastern Europe, in 1529 and 1683, both times un-
successfully, though the second try nearly came off. The invader had
breached the walls and was just smashing into the city when a Chris-
tian relief force arrived and turned history around. The Turks re-
treated so precipitously that they left everything behind, including
hundreds of bags of coffee beans. These were immediately put to
use—or so the legend runs—in initiating another feature of Viennese
life, the coffeehouse.
Vienna’s most identifying feature, however, might be its related
worlds of music and the stage. The Viennese are born theatregoers—
opera, the classics, low comedy, and operetta all have their publics, and
it is worth noting that, aside from a few nomadic excursions, Karoline
Blamauer was to live her entire life exclusively in theatre capitals or
their environs, even when she was not actively working as a thespian.
After Vienna there was Zurich (a modest arts capital, to be sure, but
the only Swiss town with something like a theatre community), Ber-
lin, Paris (briefly), and New York. One could argue that the future
Lotte Lenya’s wish to take a big bite out of life naturally led her to
cosmopolitan places, with their bohemian subcultures. But it is also
true that Vienna nurtured the theatrical personality, addicting it to the
flamboyant “all the world’s a stage” living style common to cultural
capitals.
14 Love Song

The Blamauers were too poor to take part in theatregoing, but all
the city, regardless of class, followed the news of the arts world. Stage-
and-concert gossip was the next topic after the weather for much of the
population, and when Gustav Mahler took over as director of the
Opera, the announcement that he was converting from Judaism to
the state religion, Roman Catholicism, did nothing to soothe a contro-
versy that raged citywide throughout his ten-year reign. Then, too,
music was available everywhere, especially from the typically Viennese
Schrammel band, after the late-nineteenth-century composer Johann
Schrammel, who left his name on a quartet of two violins, clarinet, and
guitar.* Thus, Linnerl Blamauer grew up in an atmosphere rich in the
playacting and music-making that would stimulate the longings of a
girl of high-concept imagination.
And, indeed, the palace of Schönbrunn was not all that Linnerl
could see from the kitchen window. Also in view was a small mom-
and-pop circus in which the parents and their kids did everything from
tear the tickets to play the clown. It was as close to The Theatre as five-
year-old Linnerl had ever got, and somehow or other she conveyed her
intense interest to the circus manager and won her first job in show
business, dancing in Hungarian folk garb while smashing a tambou-
rine.
Years later, as she recounted the tale, friends would ask what she
danced to.
“Oh . . . Brahms, you know?” she would reply. “Not that it made
any difference as they Schrammeled their way through it.”
Tiny circuses offer humble attractions, and in due course little Lin-
nerl walked a tightrope a mere four feet above ground, with an exotic
paper umbrella for balance. No crowned heads were scheduling com-
mand performances, but to a stage-struck five-year-old it must have
seemed a lovely dream. Nor did the senior Blamauers hinder their

* By Linnerl’s youth, the violins were usually playing with an accordion and either
a zither or cimbalom, a kind of shortened piano using wires instead of keys and
played with hammers, found throughout Eastern Europe but especially associated
with the culture of Austria-Hungary.
Kurt And Linnerl 15

daughter’s ambitions. Frau Blamauer could see how happy it made her,
and, said Lenya, “My father could not have cared less.”
This is how it always begins: the so very young and unhappy child
learning to substitute the appreciation of an audience for the affection
she cannot get at home. Performing becomes one’s support system—
and surely the next stop is a trip to the theatre that impassions self-
belief. The actors control a wild magic, and the public needs to share
the enchantment. Yet when the Blamauers did take Linnerl to a show,
she could scarcely follow the event from the inexpensive seats they
held, and the trip was a waste.
Anyway, Linnerl’s parents had no fancy plans for her; she was not
even to finish school. At fourteen, she was apprenticed in a millinery
shop. The work was monotonous—but delivering the finished hats to
a middle-class clientele gave Linnerl tiny access to a world she had
known nothing of, wherein people had the money with which to plea-
sure their lives. Some of her errands took her into the inner city, the
old Vienna town of history and fable, the Beethoven-Stadt that, by
Linnerl’s youth in the 1910s, had become the radical place of the play-
wrights Arthur Schnitzler and Frank Wedekind, of Sigmund Freud, of
the dangerous inventor of the music that only other inventors liked,
Arnold Schönberg. Vienna was stirring, and Linnerl Blamauer needed
to slip out of Penzing and its animal-biscuit circus into the pleasurable
life. So she followed the example of other girls in the shop and took to
selling herself on the streets.
Years later, Lenya enjoyed sharing the secret with virtually
anyone—wives of producers and playwrights, fellow actors, strangers
at parties. She presented it as another piece of the Lenya Legend, sim-
ply what happens to penniless young women who need Extrataschengeld
(pocket money) to keep up with Dorothea and Mausi. “And,” she
would add, “no one was forcing us, you know?” Lenya’s biographer
Jens Rosteck even sees Lenya-as-prostitute as another preparation for
her career as a performer: “She smoothed out her future in those early
sexual dealings with men, calculating how to interest them in various
ways—a skill she would find very useful in the tough world of the
16 Love Song

theatre.” And yet, Rosteck adds, it helps explain Lenya’s femme fatale
side as that of a hobbyist in gender relations: “Like an insatiable col-
lector, she was ever starting off on the hunt once again.”

Kurt Weill had one thing in common with Karoline Blamauer: he,
too, grew up with two brothers and a sister. Each was born a year
apart. Nathan was the eldest, then Hans,* then Kurt (who arrived on
March 2, 1900), and at last Ruth.
Beyond that, the difference between what Linnerl and Kurt heard
in the word “family” were wide. The Blamauers were Catholic but not
technically observant, although Johanna made church visits in times of
stress or thanksgiving. The Weills were Jewish and pious; Kurt’s father,
Albert Weill, was a synagogue cantor, singing the musical sections of
the liturgy, and Kurt’s mother, Emma Ackermann Weill, was the sister
of a rabbi. We have already noted a cultured background in the Weill
home, and as a cantor Albert naturally exposed his children to music. It
was a close family, too—and a young one, for Albert and Emma were
married in 1897, when he was thirty and she twenty-five. All four chil-
dren were born in the following four years.
By contrast, the Blamauers had their children over the course of
twelve years. Franz and Johanna Blamauer, too, were young at the time
of their marriage, both in their late twenties, but there was no music in
the home, and Franz, after the death of his beloved first Linnerl, showed
no interest in his other offspring besides that eerie hatred of the second
Linnerl. Further, his work driving his employer’s coach and his habit of
topping off the workday with a drinking binge made him something
of an absentee father.
Albert Weill, by contrast, was strictly a family man, and he worked
literally next door, for the Weills lived one address over from the syna-
gogue. Where Franz Blamauer could lord about Penzing as both

* This name is often rendered as Hanns, but Kurt always referred to his brother as
“Hans” in his letters. Further, the score that Kurt regarded as the center of his
legacy, Street Scene, was dedicated “To the Memory of My Brother Hans Weill.”
Kurt And Linnerl 17

coachman and village bon vivant, Albert Weill was brand new in
town. A year after he married, he moved from his ancestral territory
in the neighboring states of Württemberg and Baden in southwest
Germany to his cantorial job in Dessau, in the province of Anhalt,
halfway across the country to the northeast, on the road to Berlin.
This was the old Germany, united into an entity as recently as 1871
but composed nonetheless of a mass of kingdoms, grand duchies, duch-
ies, principalities, and free cities: the Holy Roman Empire, now na-
tionalized as the Second Reich. That first Reich, as Voltaire famously
joked, was “neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire,” but this is word-
play. It was indeed holy Roman (meaning “Christian”), and if it was
less an empire than an agglomeration of states, it comprised a vast
domain—roughly Central Europe from the North Sea to the Alps and
from the Frankish west to the Slavic east. It was loosely unified by its
German dialects and its emperor, the Holy Roman one, from Char-
lemagne on to the last, Francis II, at the start of the nineteenth century.
Now it had become a nation with something it had never had before: a
capital, Berlin. Even so, the land retained its separate ruling houses, its
court traditions, its provincial identity politics. And if Prussia was
huge, Bavaria culturally distinguished, and some of the duchies inci-
dental yet somehow imposing, a few of the puzzle pieces of this Ger-
man Empire were so small you could scarcely fit an operetta inside
them.
The duchy of Anhalt, when Albert Weill reported there to take up
his post at the Dessau synagogue, was not the least significant of its
kind, though rules of title inheritance and the bickering of sons led to
constant partitioning, reuniting, and repartitioning over the centuries.
Anhalt was separate from yet very much a part of the much larger state
of Saxony, and Saxony was what one might call Basic Germany, with
such major cities as Dresden, Leipzig, and Wittenberg and important
history as the cradle of the Reformation and a central battle area in
the Thirty Years’ War.
When Cantor Weill took up his post, in 1899, Dessau was a prince’s
capital, with an old-fashioned and strictly observed hierarchy, from
the court of Duke Friedrich II of Anhalt down through the professions
18 Love Song

and skilled service industries to the workforce, the whole taking tone
from the noble family and a social life centered around Dessau’s one
theatre, subsidized by courtly indulgence. It employed a permanent
ensemble of musicians, singers, dancers, and actors putting on every-
thing from Shakespeare to Wagner. The programming was conserva-
tive, with the occasional prim novelty, for instance allowing Beethoven’s
inheritor Brahms but disdaining the overstating Bruckner.
Dessau was not a forge on which a Julien Sorel hammers out his
destiny. Still, if everyone starts somewhere, it is worth noting that
at least German-speaking Europe offered an abundance of cultural
advantages. Kurt Weill ended as an American, not only in citizen-
ship but in attitude; he was marinating in Americanism from the
moment he stepped off the boat. But if he had started as an Ameri-
can in the equivalent of Dessau, a backwater of modest accomplish-
ments— something like Harrisburg, say—Weill would not likely
have had access to the world of theatre and music that Dessau’s Hof-
theater offered. Court Theatre: a home of talents of the lesser divi-
sions, but a prideful place all the same, making the best art of
second-rate materials. Here, young Kurt formed his first association
with a mentor, the new Kapellmeister (music director) of the Hofthe-
ater, Albert Bing. Kurt was already skilled enough as a pianist to
take part in recitals,* and now Bing gave the teenager his first les-
sons in harmony—the building blocks of composition. And Bing
told Kurt that Europe was fi lled with pianists but always ran short
of good composers.

* Some who heard Weill at the keyboard in later years claim he was only fairly
capable—better than, say, Cole Porter, whose technique was rudimentary (though
his sense of rhythm was keen), but less than professional. However, this observation
fails to consider Weill’s priorities as a musician. He tended to focus on the driveline
of any situation, letting subsidiary factors take care of thmselves. When playing
Chopin or Liszt in public, Kurt the student would naturally be at his best; he
wouldn’t have been permitted to play if he couldn’t justify the scores. Later on,
Kurt Weill the composer would be intent on the work at hand and not on exhibi-
tion. Further, he was not a piano-based creator, composing at his desk rather than at
the keyboard.
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