Wilfrid
Sheed on Johnny Mercer in The House That
George Built (2007):
“To
clinch his monopoly, Johnny looked and sounded exactly like people wanted him
to: with a Huck Finn face, a gap-toothed grin, and an old shoe of a voice that
reminded bandleader Paul Whiteman of a man singing in his sleep. Most of the
great songwriters, as we’ve seen, looked like something else, but Mercer could
have won an open casting call for the part of himself. When an artist resembles
his work (as did Picasso, Gershwin, Hemingway), he seems twice as much of a
genius, and frequently picks up all the marbles for his generation.”
Beware
of anyone who casually throws around “genius,” but Sheed captures the essential
Mercer charm. He was a songwriter, not a poet. Without music, a songwriter’s
words too often look naked and insubstantial. The reader, as opposed to the
listener, feels uneasy and even a little embarrassed, the way we fell when reading most contemporary poetry. Such categories should never
be blurred. Consider “Laura,” with music
by David Raksin, from Otto Preminger’s 1944 film also called Laura. This is from the song’s refrain:
“Laura
Is
the face in the misty light.
Footsteps
That
you hear down the hall,
The
laugh,
That
floats on a summer night
That
you can never quite
Recall.”
On
the page or screen, it goes nowhere. It’s middle-school verse. Here is Sinatra’s
1957 version. The limp words take on life. Here’s what Alec Wilder says of “Laura”
in American Popular Song: The Great
Innovators, 1900-1950 (1972):
“I
was present when the publishers played it, before the lyric had been added.
Unanimously it was concluded that so complex a melody would be highly
impractical to publish. But the day they heard it sung with Mr. Mercer’s most
distinguished lyric, it was all different.
“And
it is a very complex, however beautiful, melody. I believe that had a less
lovely and loving lyric been written, the piece, for that’s what it was, would
never have budged.”
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