George Gershwin first read DuBose Heyward's novel Porgy in 1926 and stayed up all night finishing it, immediately seeing it as the foundation for the first great American opera — but postponing it due to other commitments. Finally, in the summer of 1934, he found himself a cottage on Folly Island, a remote barrier island near Charleston, South Carolina, and spent the summer immersed in the Gullah culture of the Low Country — attending prayer meetings on nearby James Island, listening to spirituals, and absorbing the rhythms and street cries of Charleston. Heyward recalled the prayer meetings vividly: a dozen voices weaving in and out of each other, building to a rhythmic crescendo he called "almost terrifying."
Gershwin called the result "an American folk opera." Porgy and Bess premiered on Broadway on October 10, 1935, with a classically trained, all-Black cast — a choice that was revolutionary then and remains remarkable today. But little about the work fitted neatly into the world it arrived in. Broadway fans found it too operatic; opera fans found the jazz and blues beneath them. It ran only 124 performances, and Gershwin died two years later, aged 38. He and Heyward (who died in 1940) never knew what they had written. It took decades for the world to catch up: a 1976 Houston Grand Opera revival restored Gershwin's complete original score for the first time, the opera entered the Metropolitan Opera repertoire in 1985, and today it is one of the most frequently performed American operas.
These are the first words the audience hears. Clara, a young mother in the waterfront community of Catfish Row, sings a lullaby to her baby on a hot Charleston evening. It sets the world of the opera before anything else happens: the heat, the tenderness, the fragility of life on these streets. Stephen Sondheim called Heyward's lyrics simply "the best in the musical theater." The song has since become one of the most recorded in history — over 33,000 covers across virtually every genre, from Billie Holiday to Miles Davis to Janis Joplin.
A friend of Gershwin's, Kay Halle, recalled coming home late one night to find him at her piano. He turned and said: "Sit down, I think I have the lullaby." She knew he'd been working through several versions that hadn't satisfied him. He sang "Summertime" in a high, wailing voice, and she remembered it as "exquisite."