No Other Love may refer to:
"No Other Love" is a popular song.
The words were written by Bob Russell. The music is credited to Paul Weston but is actually derived from Frédéric Chopin's Étude No. 3 in E, Op. 10, and is practically identical to that of the song "Tristesse," a 1939 hit for French singer-actor Tino Rossi. It should not be confused with "No Other Love", written and composed by Broadway team Rodgers and Hammerstein.
A version recorded by Jo Stafford (Weston's wife) with Weston's orchestra backing her (released by Capitol Records as catalogue number 1053), reached #10 on the Billboard charts in 1950. The piano artistry of George Greeley is also credited on the recording. This version of the song was featured heavily in the trailers and final sound-track for Paul Thomas Anderson's 2012 film The Master. It is also featured in Todd Haynes's 2015 film, Carol.
"No Other Love" is a show tune from the 1953 Rodgers and Hammerstein musical Me and Juliet.
Richard Rodgers originally composed this tune (with the title "Beneath the Southern Cross") for the NBC television series Victory at Sea (1952/1953). When Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II collaborated on Me and Juliet, Rodgers took his old melody and set it to new words by Hammerstein, producing the song "No Other Love". The song has a tango rhythm (referred to by Rodgers as a "languid tango" in his autobiography, Musical Stages).
The 1953 song should not be confused with "No Other Love", a song of 1950. The melody for the 1950 song was taken from Étude in E major, Op. 10, No. 3 by Frédéric Chopin.
A cover version can be found on the 1961 Verve release Ella in Hollywood, where Ella Fitzgerald recorded this live at the Crescendo nightclub with Lou Levy on piano.
Perry Como recorded the Rodgers and Hammerstein song on May 19, 1953, which was released by RCA Victor The record reached No. 1 on both the Billboard and Cash Box charts in August 1953. Bing Crosby recorded it for Decca Records in 1953 and it was also included on his LP Bing Sings the Hits.
(Adlibs)
Verse 1:
You know my album got pushed back for months,
My royalties are still captured,
I got dissed on the Net—I guess now I'm a real rapper!
With my haphazard delivery, no hot beats to speak of,
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