It has taken a while but I have come to know that writers are shaped dramatically by the places from which we come. Those places -- the ones we call home -- are the underlining, unsung melody to our words. It enlivens the compositions we create.
It is fortunate for me that I was born and reared in the South, a place of magical, moonlit and sun-kissed areas where the landscape is the melody and the people are the harmony in our stories. There is an alluring cadence in the pace of our life and our words that is captivating to those who do not live here and unifying to those of us who do.
From the South rises most of America's music: Jazz, blues, rock 'n' roll, hip-hop, country and quartet gospel. All of this music is earmarked by the stories told and the deep emotion wrought. Never was one more deeply inspired by the lyrical South than my all-time favorite mainstream lyricist Johnny Mercer.
Classic Coastal Georgia
He would often say it was his hometown of Savannah, Ga., that inspired and pumped life into the poetic images he created, such as the Academy-award winning song "Moon River" (one of my favorite songs ever), which he penned to Henry Mancini's music.
The South of his childhood, Mercer would point out, would always be an echoing part of every song he wrote. The region has a way of grabbing storytellers and pulling them in. My husband is a television writer, successful in his trade long before his introduction to the capital of storytelling with our intriguing characters and places.
He was raised in a suburban area and lived in the urban area of Los Angeles for nearly 30 years before finding a home in the South. Almost immediately, his writing became more richly textured, layered splendidly by his Southern encounters and experiences.
Recounting the South
One day, I walked into his office and overheard a studio executive and high powered producer during a conference call on speaker phone. They did not merely praise his new script they had in hand that was inspired by the South that Tink loves so. They gushed. To the point, that Tink, modest and humble and uncomfortable with praise, tried to shush them (a Southern word he now loves). The producer said firmly, "Please hear me out. I have to tell you how wonderful this writing and story is."
"That kind of writing," Tink explained when the call ended, "is a gift from the South. My eyes have been opened in a new, welcoming way."
At the age of 18, Mercer left the South to follow his dream but as evidenced by the enormous catalog he produced, the South never left him. He carried its resonance wherever he went and, as a repayment, the South rewarded him with repeated inspiration. Truman Capote said, "Southerners always go home. Even if it is in a pine box."
A cemetery of note
When Mercer died, he, too, returned to the South. He is buried in Savannah's famous Bonaventure Cemetery (the inspiration behind "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil"). It was a very cold January day when I visited Mercer's grave. Despite the howling, brutally cold wind, I stood for a long while at the Mercer family plot. The inscription on Mercer's grave acknowledges his four Academy awards for Best Song, his co-founding of Capitol Records and concludes with "And The Angels Sing."
On the tombstone of his wife, Ginger, is the title to Mercer composition, "You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby." But it was the inscription on a bench - one engraved with the titles to many of his songs, that says it perfectly: It is the words to a hit song recorded by Sinatra, "Buddy, I'm a poet and I've got a lot of things to say."
When you are blessed to come from the South, there's always going to be lots to say.
Ronda Rich, author of "There's A Better Day A-Comin'," writes the Dixie Diva column that appears in several newspapers.