Through the years there are precioius few things that have had the ability to transcend fashion, that somehow manage to speak to us in a totally original yet familiar way; words in combinations that are so fresh yet with an inevitability about the way they follow one another; feelings that are so specific to a time and place and yet are so universal; images that startle and make you say: "Now, why didn't I think of that." "Yes, that's the way it wasy. That's the way it felt!"
Such is the genius of Johnny Mercer. One must say "is" because even though the man has been taken from us his music can never be. We mark times in our lives from his songs -- love affairs, trips to faraway places. We even remember where we were when we first heard some of them. His range and his versatility is stunning. He was our "huckleberry friend" and we loved him.
Here, singer and song are perfectly matched. Rosemary Clooney was a songwriter's dream, performing the songs of Johnny Mercer, a singer's dream. Her attention to the content of a lyric, to the acting moment that every truly great song provides a truly great singer, set her apart. She had both the dramatic and musical equipment to make each song a short story, a one act play. From Mercer's dazzling legacy, Clooney selected a group of songs which is a testament to her taste.
On this recording two national treasures combine and the result is something that will last forever. The best always does.