Saturday, September 10, 2011

I am over sixty years old now. And when just the other day I heard Richard Frederick and Anna Moffo do a medley from Show Boat, Jerry Kern's wonderful melodies, I pulled over to the side of the road, parked, and cried like a young boy.

I sit here in California, writing these reminiscences in a heavy rain, thinking of the fires and the mud slides, and it does seem as if the magic sunny land I knew has been "struck," like the movie sets it built, and has disappeared overnight, all its genies gone back into bottles, leaving skyscrapers where the orange blossoms used to scent the wind.
Johnny Mercer, c. 1971 (quoted in Portrait of Johnny)