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BROOKLYN, BLINTZES, BASEBALL & BALLADS WITH JOHNNY MERCER

Part 6 in a series of excerpts from the forthcoming book, Field Notes From a Music Biz Life
Rae Sigman, Carl's strong-willed mother, was proud of her son's ability to navigate Beethoven sonatas and improvise pop tunes at the piano. But when he turned 21 in 1930 and declared his intention to make a living as a songwriter, Rae gave him two choices: doctor or lawyer. Blood nauseated him, so doctoring was out of the question. Dutiful son that he was, he earned a law degree from NYU and passed the New York State Bar Exam.

In lieu of practicing law, Carl practiced songwriting. Before long he'd composed a trunkload of tunes and set about playing them for anyone who might give him a break.

Many months of unanswered phone calls, unreturned letters and fruitless meetings followed. Finally, an uncle who owned steam baths in Harlem got Carl an audience with regular patron Ira Gershwin at the master's Upper West Side apartment. Carl played song after song until Gershwin sent him on his way with a polite, "Keep on trying."

Eventually, Carl landed a meeting with Henry Spitzer at Harms, a leading music publisher. This time, there was no "and then I wrote..." He played only a couple of his best tunes. Spitzer liked them well enough to suggest that Carl pair up with a young lyricist he had his eye on: "I can put you with somebody. There's a guy named Johnny Mercer who's going to be on the radio on Monday night. He's going to be singing a song called 'Watch a Darky Dance.' Why don't you listen in, and I'll give you his phone number and you can call him." (It's a measure of historical distance that a song with that title was acceptable fare for a national radio show during the 1930s.)

The day after the radio show, Carl followed up with Johnny, who lived just a few blocks away from the apartment Carl shared with his parents and his younger brother Marty on Crown Street in Brooklyn.

Carl recalled what happened next with characteristic understatement. "Johnny walked over to Crown Street. We talked and I played a few tunes. He sat there like a lyric writer. Then we established a relationship. We wrote a few songs. They weren't very good, but they were professional. I was a beginner at the time, but he liked my melodies, some of them."
Carl and Johnny became fast friends, sharing their enthusiasm for music, movies, baseball and the rich food Rae regularly served up to Johnny and his wife Ginger.

In his memoir, Johnny remembered Rae as, "[Carl's] little, round attractive mother [who filled me up] with blintzes or chopped liver on rye bread." He added, "After playing softball together in the Brooklyn schoolyards, [Carl and I] would spend long nights writing what seemed to be Isham Jones songs. [Jones led and wrote songs for his own dance band in the pre-swing era.] But I loved Carl's tunes. As it turned out, he was also a great lyric writer, which he later proved."

In the mid-1930s, Johnny wrote a lyric to one of Carl's tunes. And just like that, "Just Remember" became Carl's first published song. He remembered it as a flop, but it was in fact recorded by three established acts: BBC Orchestra leader Henry Hall, Henry Jacques and His Correct Dance Tempo Orchestra (he was billed on the HMV label as "Britain's Champion Dancer of 1934-36") and Australian expatriate singer-violinist Brian Lawrance & His Lansdowne Orchestra.

They wrote more songs together, including "On Our Golden Wedding Day" and "Peek-a Boo to You," recorded in 1938 by Bea Wain with Larry Clinton and His Orchestra and covered by Glenn Miller three years later with Paula Kelly and the Modernaires.

Johnny moved to Hollywood to become a show biz mega-star. On one of his trips to New York, Carl asked if he could meet him at a publisher's office at the Brill Building. He had a tune with hit potential; all he needed was the right lyric.

Carl recalled, "Johnny liked it very much, and I mentioned a title—‘Come Out of Your Dream and Into My Arms.' That was my little catch phrase. About two minutes later, he suggested, 'Please Come Out of Your Dream...' About two minutes after that, we finished the lyric, most of which was his. When I left he said, 'Good luck with your song.' I said, 'What do you mean, it's our song.' He replied, 'No, it's your song. It was your title, it's your tune, I just helped you. I had nothing to do with it.' I fought with him, but he insisted, and he wouldn't put his name on the song. He was that kind of man.

"I got it published, and Guy Lombardo introduced it. In those days, that was important. The only reason it didn't make it big was that there was another 'dream' song called 'Darn That Dream' at the same time, and it got smothered. It was the first really noisy song I had in this country." Noisiness, in Carl's parlance, meant action, which in this case included covers by Ruby Newman, Larry Clinton, Ginny Simms, Seger Ellis and Johnny Messner.
Soon thereafter, Johnny provided Carl with a turning point in his career.

"Johnny said, 'Look, you write great melodies, but you've also got a real flair for lyrics. We need lyric writers. There are fifteen tune writers for every lyric writer. Every band has a couple of guys who can write a couple of tunes a day.' That," Carl recalled, "was one of the great things [Johnny] did for me. He steered me into writing lyrics."

I was between college semesters when Carl arranged for us to meet Johnny for drinks at the swanky Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

I hated swank. I was a late-'60s longhaired rock 'n' roll-loving Vietnam-war-protesting pot-smoking semi-hippie. At my parents' insistence, I'd put on my one fancy outfit—powder blue seersucker sports jacket, blue tie, itchy black pants, off-white shirt, and ugly black shoes—and hustled over to the Plaza from my summer job as reporter for the trade magazine Record World, whose offices were a few blocks away at 200 West Fifty-Seventh Street.

I'd met plenty of accomplished and famous people, but given what Johnny had done for Carl and the transcendent beauty of his lyrics, this felt like an audience with a deity. Without the love and support of the genius who wrote the lyrics to "Skylark," "Autumn Leaves," and "Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive" I might have grown up in a house full of legal briefs instead of sheet music.

When we arrived, Johnny was already seated and nursing a drink. His slurred greeting was friendly enough when he half-stood to embrace Carl, but my wide smile and outstretched hand were met with a jellyfish handshake, no eye contact and an unintelligible but nasty-toned comment under Johnny's alcoholic breath.

For the next hour, I tried to win him over with small talk, compliments and grins. But he seemed interested only in expressing his contempt for rock 'n' roll and the lifestyle treason of "the hippies." Carl didn't help much. He himself was less than clear about whether I was becoming an upstanding music journalist, a druggie, a draft dodger or worse.

We parted with thin smiles and awkward nods. On the train back to Great Neck, Carl explained that Johnny was a wonderful human being but a mean drunk—and that he frequently offered sincere apologies and gifts after ugly dust-ups with those he cared about.
I wish Carl had told me that before our meeting. But I understood that Johnny's reaction to me was informed by a bitterness that his career had been cut short by longhaired rockers who performed their own material and cared more about reefers than rhymes.

It's true that Johnny's stardom declined as rock 'n' roll ascended, but he remained a Hollywood favorite during the '60s. Two of his most enduring songs—"Moon River" and "The Days of Wine and Roses" (music by Henry Mancini)—won consecutive Oscars in 1961 and '62. For me, the Mercer song that most pierces the heart at this time of year is "Autumn Leaves" (music by Joseph Kosma). Jo Stafford, Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra and hundreds of other Great American Songbook era singers covered it, as did rocker Manfred Mann at the height of the British Invasion. "Old winter's song" visited Johnny in 1976, so we'll never know whether he would have approved of later covers by Jerry Lee Lewis and Eric Clapton.

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
I wish I'd met Johnny under happier circumstances. But I've gotten to know the real man in a far more meaningful way through his lyrics and through Carl's stories, which, late at night when the world is quiet, evoke long Brooklyn afternoons playing fungo on the sandlots and longer nights of delicious Jewish food on the table and intense songwriting at the piano.

When I listen to "Just Remember," I can almost grasp what it must have been like for two friends starting out their creative lives in a music business that would be unrecognizable a few decades later.

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