Description
The lyrics of I Went to a Marvellous Party are a first-person description of five parties attended by the singer on the French Riviera. The character of the song is humorous and giddy. It has been suggested that the activities described in the lyrics were typical of the "frantic, addleheaded search for amusement" of the Train bleu society, which flocked to the Riviera each summer in the 1920s and '30s.
Noël Coward composed this song after he and Beatrice Lillie attended a beach party given by Elsa Maxwell in the south of France, an event which his memory placed in either 1937 or 1938. The lyrics in the first stanza are based on a real life experience of Coward and Lillie: The two were invited to "come as they were," but on arriving they discovered the other guests were formally dressed. Perhaps this explains why the singer claims it was hell to stay dressed as they were. "Poor Grace" in the first stanza is a reference to Grace Moore, the opera singer and movie actress, who was also a guest. The song was first sung by Bea Lillie in the revue Set to Music in 1939.
Although the text is published in various collections of Noël Coward songs, Coward's own recording from 1956, heard on the Noël Coward Album, contains variations from the printed page. When written out, this version does not scan well. However, Coward maintains the major textual stresses in performance and fits added words and phrases before and after the stresses. He also places the second verse after the second stanza, instead of after the third, as it appears in the sheet music.
The song appeared in the David Niven film Better Late Than Never (1982), in which Niven appeared as an ageing cabaret artiste performing to an indifferent French Riviera audience.
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