Thank you Mr. Eastwood. There was so much in this piece that I did not know and so many striking moments on a personal level. My father worked for Capitol Records/EMI in the 1960s selling broadcast equipment. It was, overall, a bountiful set of years for my parents and the six children who gained in musical knowledge from the regular delivery of Capitol and Angel vinyl. Capitol paid for the pool in the backyard and the furniture my mother still owns in Virginia. My father carried his Capitol employee card all of his life until his death in 1986 -- 10 years after Johnny Mercer. Dad played boogie woogie (half-good, half-bad) and Mom sang beautifully, all the Mercer songs. She is suffering with Alzheimer's now and that music memory will be much of all we have of her. At the end of the film, as the camera showed Mercer's grave site in Georgia, I had to catch my breath. He died on my birthday, June 25. I was born in Charleston, S.C., in the mid-1950s and I suppose Mercer music was all around me then as it often is now. So, I hear the strains of Harvey Girls now and will take my work out to the living room, but thanks again to Mercer for his music and to Clint Eastwood for bringing us this amazing tribute. Happy Birthday Johnny Mercer. Lots of old Black Magic drifting down from heaven tonight.
Johnny Mercer
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Thank you Mr. Eastwood. There was so much in this piece that I did not know and so many striking moments on a personal level. My father worked for Capitol Records/EMI in the 1960s selling broadcast equipment. It was, overall, a bountiful set of years for my parents and the six children who gained in musical knowledge from the regular delivery of Capitol and Angel vinyl. Capitol paid for the pool in the backyard and the furniture my mother still owns in Virginia. My father carried his Capitol employee card all of his life until his death in 1986 -- 10 years after Johnny Mercer. Dad played boogie woogie (half-good, half-bad) and Mom sang beautifully, all the Mercer songs. She is suffering with Alzheimer's now and that music memory will be much of all we have of her. At the end of the film, as the camera showed Mercer's grave site in Georgia, I had to catch my breath. He died on my birthday, June 25. I was born in Charleston, S.C., in the mid-1950s and I suppose Mercer music was all around me then as it often is now. So, I hear the strains of Harvey Girls now and will take my work out to the living room, but thanks again to Mercer for his music and to Clint Eastwood for bringing us this amazing tribute. Happy Birthday Johnny Mercer. Lots of old Black Magic drifting down from heaven tonight.
Edited by: varvarakine on Nov 18, 2009 8:08 PM