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Michael Sigman
Michael Sigman is a writer/ editor, media consultant and the president of Major Songs, a music publishing company.

Prior to his current activities, Sigman was the president and publisher of LA Weekly, the nation’s largest alternative newsweekly, from 1990-2002. He joined LA Weekly in 1983 as general manager and was named publisher the following year.

Sigman was also the founding publisher of OC Weekly, sister paper to LA Weekly, when it was launched in 1995.

Prior to joining LA Weekly, Sigman was a music journalist, and served as a reporter, then managing editor, then editor-in-chief of Record World Magazine, a leading music industry weekly, from 1971 to 1982.

Michael Sigman graduated Phi Beta Kappa and Magna Cum Laude, with a BA in Philosophy, from Bucknell University in 1971. He currently serves on several Boards, including InsightLA and Society for Singers, and is Chairman of the Board of the Wright Institute, a non-profit psychoanalytic institute which provides inexpensive long-term psychotherapy to the poor.

Entries by Michael Sigman

Brooklyn, Blintzes, Baseball and Ballads With Johnny Mercer

(0) Comments | Posted September 17, 2014 | 1:26 PM

This is Part 6 in a series of excerpts from the forthcoming book, Field Notes from a Music Biz Life.

Rae Sigman, Carl's strong-willed mother, was proud of her son's ability to navigate Beethoven sonatas and improvise pop tunes at the piano. But when he turned 21 and declared his intention to make a living as a songwriter, Rae gave him two choices: doctor or lawyer. Blood nauseated him, so dutiful son that he was, he earned a law degree from NYU and passed the New York State Bar Exam.

In lieu of practicing law, Carl practiced songwriting. Before long he'd composed a trunkload of tunes and set out to play them for anyone who'd listen.

Many months of unanswered phone calls, unreturned letters and fruitless meetings followed. Finally, an uncle who owned steam baths in Harlem got Carl an audience with regular patron Ira Gershwin at the master's Upper West Side apartment. Carl played song after song until Gershwin sent him on his way with a polite, "Keep on trying."

Carl got his big break via a meeting with Henry Spitzer at Harms, a leading music publisher. This time, there was no "and then I wrote..." He played only his best tunes. Spitzer liked them well enough to suggest that Carl pair up with a young lyricist he had his eye on: "I can put you with somebody. There's a guy named Johnny Mercer who's going to be on the radio on Monday night. He's going to be singing a song called 'Watch a Darky Dance.' Why don't you listen in, and I'll give you his phone number and you can call him." (It's a measure of historical distance that a song with that title was acceptable fare for a national radio show during the 1930s.)

The day after the radio show, Carl called Johnny, who lived just a few blocks away from the apartment Carl shared with his parents and his younger brother Marty on Crown Street in Brooklyn.

Carl recalled what happened next with characteristic understatement. "Johnny walked over to Crown Street. We talked and I played a few tunes. He sat there like a lyric writer. Then we established a relationship. We wrote a few songs. They weren't very good, but they were professional. I was a beginner at the time, but he liked my melodies, some of them."

Carl and Johnny became fast friends, sharing their enthusiasm for music, movies, baseball and the rich Jewish food Rae served up to Johnny and his wife Ginger.

In his memoir, Johnny remembered Rae as, "[Carl's] little, round attractive mother [who filled me up] with blintzes or chopped liver on rye bread." He added, "After playing softball together in the Brooklyn schoolyards, (Carl and I) would spend long nights writing what seemed to be Isham Jones songs. (Jones led and wrote songs for his own dance band in the pre-swing era.) But I loved Carl's tunes. As it turned out, he was also a great lyric writer, which he later proved."

Johnny wrote the lyrics for "Just Remember," Carl's first published song. Carl remembered it as a flop, but it was in fact recorded by three established acts: BBC Orchestra leader Henry Hall, Henry Jacques and His Correct Dance Tempo Orchestra (he was billed on the HMV label as "Britain's Champion Dancer of 1934-36") and Australian expatriate singer-violinist Brian Lawrance & His Lansdowne Orchestra.

Other 1930s Mercer/Sigman collaborations included "On Our Golden Wedding Day" and "Peek-a Boo To You," recorded in 1938 by Bea Wain with Larry Clinton and his Orchestra and covered by Glenn Miller three years later with Paula Kelly and the Modernaires.

When Johnny moved to Hollywood to become a show biz mega-star, Carl stayed in Brooklyn and continued to write melodies, most of which went nowhere. He knew he had at least one tune with hit potential; all it needed was the right lyric.

On one of Johnny's trips to New York, he and Carl met in the piano room of a publisher's office. Carl recalled, "Johnny liked [the tune] very much, and I mentioned a title -- 'Come Out Of Your Dream And Into My Arms.' That was my little catch phrase. About two minutes later, he suggested, 'Please Come Out Of Your Dream...' About two minutes after that, we finished the lyric, most of which was his. When I left he said, 'Good luck with your song.' I said, 'What do you mean, it's our song.' He replied, 'No, it's your song. It was your title, it's your tune, I just helped you. I had nothing to do with it.' I fought with him, but he insisted, and he wouldn't put his name on the song. He was that kind of man.

"I got it published, and Guy Lombardo introduced it. In those days, that was important. The only reason it didn't make it big was that there was another 'dream' song called 'Darn That Dream' at the same time, and it got smothered. It was the first really noisy song I had in this country." Noisiness, in Carl's parlance, meant action, which in this case included covers by Ruby Newman, Larry Clinton, Ginny Simms, Seger Ellis, and Johnny Messner.

Soon thereafter, Johnny provided Carl with a turning point in his career.

"Johnny said, 'Look, you write great melodies, but you've also got a real flair for lyrics. We need lyric writers. There are fifteen tune writers for every lyric writer. Every band has a couple of guys who can write a couple of tunes a day.' That," Carl recalled, "was one of the great things (Johnny) did for me. He steered me into writing lyrics."


I was between college semesters when Carl arranged for us to meet Johnny for drinks at the swanky Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

I hated swank. I was a late-'60s longhaired rock'n'roll-loving Vietnam-war-protesting pot-smoking semi-hippie. At my parents' insistence, I'd put on my one fancy outfit -- powder blue seersucker sports jacket, blue tie, itchy black pants, off-white shirt, and ugly black shoes -- and hustled over to the Plaza from my summer job as reporter for the trade magazine Record World, whose offices were a few blocks away at 200 West Fifty- Seventh Street.

I'd met plenty of accomplished and famous people, but given what Johnny had done for Carl and the transcendent beauty of his lyrics, this felt like an audience with a deity. Without the love and support of the genius who wrote the lyrics to "Skylark," "Autumn Leaves," and "Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive" I might have grown up in a house full of legal briefs instead of sheet music.

When we arrived, Johnny was already seated and nursing a drink. His slurred greeting was friendly enough when he half-stood to embrace Carl, but my wide smile and outstretched hand were met with a jellyfish handshake, no eye contact and an unintelligible but nasty-toned comment under Johnny's alcoholic breath.

For the next hour, I tried to win him over with small talk, compliments and grins. But he seemed interested only in expressing his contempt for rock'n'roll and the life-style treason of "the hippies." Carl didn't help much. He himself was less than clear about whether I was becoming an upstanding music journalist or a decadent druggie.

We parted with thin smiles and awkward nods. On the train back to Great Neck, Carl explained that Johnny was a wonderful human being but a mean drunk -- and that he frequently offered sincere apologies and gifts after ugly dust-ups with those he cared about.

I wish Carl had told me that before our meeting. But I understood that Johnny's reaction to me was informed by a bitterness that his career had been cut short by longhaired rockers who didn't need songwriters and who cared more about reefers than rhymes.

It's true that Johnny's stardom declined as rock'n'roll ascended, but he remained a Hollywood favorite during the '60s. Two of his most enduring songs -- "Moon River" and "The Days of Wine and Roses" (music by Henry Mancini) -- won consecutive Oscars in 1961 and '62.

For me, the Mercer song that most pierces the heart at this time of year is "Autumn Leaves" (music by Joseph Kosma). Jo Stafford, Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, and hundreds of other Great American Songbook era singers covered it, as did rocker Manfred Mann at the height of the British Invasion.

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall

Sadly, "Old winter's song" visited Johnny in 1976, so we'll never know whether he would have approved of affectionate covers by Jerry Lee Lewis and Eric Clapton.

I wish I'd met Johnny under happier circumstances. But I've gotten to know the real man in a far more meaningful way through his lyrics and through Carl's stories, which, late at night when the world is quiet, evoke lazy Brooklyn afternoons of fungo on the sandlots and long nights of ardent music-making fueled by blintzes and chopped liver on rye.

Now when I listen to "Just Remember," I can almost grasp what it must have been like for two friends starting out in a music business that would be unrecognizable a few decades...

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How To Have Fun With a Serious Song

(1) Comments | Posted September 10, 2014 | 12:35 PM

This is the fifth in a series of excerpts from the forthcoming book Field Notes from a Music Biz Life.

In the wake of "Ebb Tide," Carl's 1953 oceanic collaboration with composer Robert Maxwell, hundreds of orchestras and singers recorded it. Millions purchased those recordings. Critics...

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At the Intersection of Abbey Road and Tin Pan Alley

(1) Comments | Posted September 3, 2014 | 11:44 AM

This is part four in a series of excerpts from the forthcoming book Field Notes from a Music Biz Life.

By the late '50s, Carl had racked up a decade of hits along with a certain amount of unwelcome notoriety. One day, Mom answered the front doorbell to...

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Field Notes From a Music Biz Life (Part 3)

(0) Comments | Posted August 27, 2014 | 1:27 PM

In the beginning, the old guard hated the rock but loved the bankroll.

In 1955, Jerry Wexler was producing Ray Charles, Big Joe Turner, and Lavern Baker. At the same time, MGM Records a&r (artists and repertoire) chief Harry Meyerson -- a dapper gentleman with...

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Field Notes From a Music Biz Life (Part 2)

(0) Comments | Posted August 20, 2014 | 11:29 AM

"Carl never forgave me for rock'n'roll" -- Jerry Wexler

You could count on Wex to cut through the bullshit.

I was in a rotten mood, hunched over my desk at LA Weekly on a broiling late September afternoon in 2000, one of those oppressive...

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Field Notes from a Music Biz Life (Part 1)

(2) Comments | Posted August 13, 2014 | 1:06 AM

Let's start before the beginning: No Brill Building, no me.

At the Brill, Manhattan's mid-20th Century citadel of music biz hustle, the elevator man was a bookie, music publishers reigned supreme and songwriters, song-pluggers and Runyonesque hangers-on filled the offices and spilled into the streets, swapping stories, making demos, pitching...

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How Close Are You to Genetic Happiness?

(1) Comments | Posted August 2, 2014 | 1:17 PM

Did you know that the closer you live to the homeland of the world's most famous suicidal prince, the more likely it is that your genes -- and therefore you -- are happy?

Most scientists agree that genes are responsible for about half...

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Home Staging for the Digital Age

(1) Comments | Posted July 23, 2014 | 1:46 PM

When my real estate agent told me that my house needed "a staging," I pictured a tough love AA-type intervention, with close friends gathering round to insist that only significant changes could prevent the heartbreak of lowball offers and shattered escrows.

I thought my rustic Laurel Canyon treehouse house looked...

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How Elaine Stritch Got Her Big Broadway Break

(1) Comments | Posted July 17, 2014 | 10:00 PM

The multi-talented Broadway icon Elaine Stritch died Thursday at her Birmingham, Michigan, home at age 89.

Non-theatergoers will know her from her comic turn as Alec Baldwin's imperious mother in 30 Rock. I remember her from a sweeter moment, after a performance of her Tony-winning one-woman show, Elaine Stritch...

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For Savvy Real Estate Advice, Look to The Bard

(0) Comments | Posted July 15, 2014 | 5:24 PM

If, like me, you find that you must sell a beloved home, who better to turn to for advice than the Renaissance real estate mogul William Shakespeare, whose cornering of the 17th-century Stratford-upon-Avon housing market is as impressive to realty buffs as his genius as a wordsmith is...

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Musical Ambassador Gabriel Kahane Tells LA Stories

(0) Comments | Posted July 10, 2014 | 2:39 PM

The first time I heard Gabriel Kahane make music, he was a college junior noodling tunefully and effortlessly at the piano as guests took their seats for a performance of Straight Man, a musical he wrote with his Brown University roomie Thomas Beatty.

The musical wasn't too shabby either. It...

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Breaking Up (With an Old House) Is Hard to Do

(2) Comments | Posted July 7, 2014 | 1:59 PM

Breaking up is hard to do, especially when you and your loved one have been together for a quarter century. That the object of your affection is a house doesn't make it any easier.

Though the circumstances of my decision to sell are happy ones, I hate to leave my...

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Are You Ready for the Meditation Revolution?

(2) Comments | Posted June 24, 2014 | 5:04 PM

I strolled into the sauna this morning to find a man sitting peacefully in a cross-legged position, his eyes gazing slightly downward. Feeling the good vibes, I sat down nearby and joined him in noble silence.

Just as I was settling in, a light tapping sound intruded. My sauna-mate...

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Unusual Life Lessons From an Unusual Father

(1) Comments | Posted June 13, 2014 | 1:23 PM

My parents liked to think of our family as "bent," more "Fractured Fairy Tales" than Disney. We couldn't bear to do things the way normal people -- or at least people who seemed normal -- did.

To celebrate Father's Day in that spirit, I offer nine --...

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Super-Rich Indian Guru: Dead or Just Resting?

(0) Comments | Posted June 6, 2014 | 2:17 PM

Has mega-rich Hindu guru Shri Ashutosh Maharaj been dead for the past four months, as attested by doctors, his family and the police? Or has he been meditating the whole time, as his disciples in the Divya Jyoti Jagrati Sansthan sect claim?


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Turning 65 with 'Crazy'

(0) Comments | Posted May 29, 2014 | 12:49 PM

With only a few weeks left before I hit 65, I'm taking a break from filling out my Medicare application to count my blessings.

Sure, I have my share of aches, pains and scares. But I feel beyond lucky to have my health after all that time on this planet;...

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Things You Should Know About New Indie Film The Big Ask

(1) Comments | Posted May 21, 2014 | 2:11 PM

The new indie film The Big Ask has dog timelines, desert skylines, dick growers, rock throwers, pissing rocks, kissing shocks, feuds flying, dudes crying, deep hugs, no drugs, teddy bears, hot affairs, forsaking friends, making amends. Also, love.

It's writer-director Thomas Beatty's first feature (his wife Rebecca Fishman...

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Andy Kaufman, Summer Camp and Rock & Roll

(4) Comments | Posted May 18, 2014 | 11:59 AM

The 30th anniversary of performance artist Andy Kaufman's premature death has inspired moving reminiscences from friends and admirers. I didn't know Andy well, but his voice changed my life before his voice changed.

Andy and I were born in the same year (1949) and grew...

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Defender of Texting and Driving Can't Be Serious

(0) Comments | Posted May 11, 2014 | 11:44 AM

While driving down the 405 the other day, I read a dumb article on my smart phone. An LA Weekly blogger boasted that even though it's illegal, he texts and drives and isn't sorry about it. The piece was accompanied by a photo of a very cool-looking dude...

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Close Encounters With John Lennon/Winter, 1974

(3) Comments | Posted May 3, 2014 | 4:53 PM

As editor of the music trade Record World during the 1970s, I met the greatest music-makers in the world just by showing up for work. Sooner or later, it seemed, just about everyone who had a hit record, or wanted one, stopped by for a chat and a photo op.

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