Tales From Country Music
By Gerry Wood
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Tales From Country Music - Gerry Wood
Copyright © 2003, 2011 by Gerry Wood
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Dedication
My co-authors have been by my side for a dozen years, honoring me with total devotion, unaffected affection, hilarious shenanigans, and priceless brown/white/black fur for my fingers to luxuriate in when I seek total peace and serenity. As I write, they gather close for encouragement and support, never knowing that I worship them more than they worship me, if that is at all possible.
Captain and Calhoun enjoyed the high life of Key West, stars in their own right as tourists adventuring past our home, East of Ernest, snapped photos of the Southernmost Beagles, posing proud and protective on the front porch. Their favorite guest was Jerry Jeff Walker, who sang his hit Mr. Bo Jangles
for them. The Beagle Brothers didn’t like the line about the dog up and died,
but I understand the message of the lyric, after 20 years he still grieves.
Later, they moved to Nashville, dragging me along with them, where they cavorted with the dog-loving country music stars. Tammy Wynette’s tiny pet Killer traveled with her—a dogs life aboard a luxury tour bus. Wynonna’s menagerie keeps expanding. Tom T. and Dixie Hall once raised more than 50 Bassett hounds. K. T Oslin’s dog loved the daily walks in New York City’s Central Park. When K.T. learned her dog was dying and was too weak for the walk, she hired a limousine, rolled down the windows and took her furry friend on a final trip through the park in style.
Sadly, during the writing of this book, Captain died. He was such a special spirit, a nourishing healer who helped rescue a young woman from a breakdown, attached himself to a shy neighbor kid whom I later learned had been sexually abused, worried himself silly about me, and found Heaven on earth any time he could snooze with his chin on my lap or Calhoun’s back. Because of Captain’s perpetual motion tail, his momma Carol tagged him The Wags. She described the impact of our loss by saying, I’m doing okay except I’ve got this big vacant spot inside me where Captain used to be.
The Beagle Brothers—Captain, left, and Calhoun, right. (Photo courtesy of Gerry Wood)
Calhoun continues his heartbreakingly futile search for his missing brother, and then, with his ears pinned back, his big beagle eyes stare at me, pleading and confused. Knowing that I’ve always made everything right for him, Calhoun cant understand why I’m unable to do that one more time and bring back his brother. I try to explain it to him until I realize that I don’t understand death either. Then I just tell him that Captain would want us to carry on, and that’s what we are doing. As author James W. Hall observes, Though the pain of their loss is great, the loss of their joy-giving would be even more difficult.
In remembrance of our late and great co-author, Calhoun and I dedicate this book to Captain. Thanks, Wags. Like I’ve always said, you and Calhoun are the best beagles in the business. We love you and miss you.
Calhoun and Gerry Wood
Nashville, Tennessee
2003
Acknowledgments
Beyond the Beagle Brothers, this book is dedicated to the Harnisches of the Hamptons, where I give thanks when spending Thanksgiving. For Louise Harnisch, the Grand Duchess of the Hamptons, thanks for making me family. For Bill Harnisch, your scorched friend is happy to serve as your heat shield any time you need it. For Ruth Ann Harnisch, here’s hoping that someday I’ll be more worth than I’m trouble. Your friendship through the decades deserves that.
Sorry, George Strait, but none of my exes live in Texas. Everlasting love, respect and appreciation go to my ex-wife Ellen in Nashville and my ex-fiance Carol in Key West. Hmmm, what’s wrong with this picture?
My heartfelt appreciation to Naomi Judd for contributing her brilliant foreword. She’s the beautiful incarnation of what a countrv music star should embody in talent, intelligence and compassion. Naomi, Wynonna and Ashley Judd not only have the best taste in basketball teams—the University of Kentucky Wildcats—they share a family tradition of remarkable performances on record, on the stage, on television and on the silver screen.
Another honor comes from one of my heroes, Garrison Keillor, allowing the inclusion of his masterful eulogy for Chet Atkins—the centerpiece of Chet’s memorial service. Garrison’s profound and eloquent tribute raised the craft of writing and potential of verbal communication several notches beyond all pretenders to his throne. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but Keillor’s words about Chet are worth a thousand pictures.
Kudos to some special family members—Judi and Graham Wood, Linda Ford, Stephanie Ford, Calhoun Wood and my heaven-dispatched parents Gladys and Albert Wood—now dogsitting, and loving it, with Joe Roach and Captain Wood.
I’ve worked with editors at Random House and Simon & Schuster, but nobody tops Erin Linden-Levy of Sports Publishing L.L.C., with her skillful advice and inspiring support. Thanks to Paul Zamek for guiding this project into my corner and to Bob Snodgrass for pushing it into reality.
Good friends will be with you through thick and thin. Great friends will be with you through thin and thin. Some of my great friends: Charlie Monk, Tom Webb, Joe Sweat, Chuck Neese, Dave Springer, Stella Parton, Ed Morris, Susan Niles, Merle Kilgore, Caroline Davis, Bob Beckham, Rhonda Smith, Walter Sill, Lorian Hemingway, Jeff Baker, Shannon Parks-Denton, Harry Warner, Debbie Holley, Bucci Brother Terry Brown, Charlie Neese, Pegg Vanek, Tom Jernigan and Roxane Robinson, Charlie and Lorna Jean Walker, Tom T and Dixie Hall, and the worlds greatest photographer—Raeanne Rubenstein, my Manhattan hillbilly friend forever. Our Raeanne/Gerry photographer/writer team routinely turns the blase into the bizarre. From heartbreak at Bobbie Cryner’s house to fake eggs in George Goober
Lindsey’s kitchen, we’ve enjoyed and/or suffered it all.
Finally, a double Irish toast to the dear departed Ed Shea, my boss at the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers. A whiz at remembering birthdays, Ed was a disaster when recalling names. After I had worked with Shea for five years, he once called me Bob Woods. Our assistant director Charlie Monk fared worse when Ed introduced him as Rufus Monk. One morning Shea told me he had seen Roger Miller perform on television the night before. "Are you sure it was Roger Miller? I asked.
I’m positive! Ed answered with conviction.
He was on the Jimmy Carson Show."
And now...on with the Jimmy Carson Show!
Table Of Contents
Introduction
Confessions of a Country Junkie
Yes, Father, I have come to confess my sins. I’ve got a biggie for you. Is this confessional booth soundproof? Might be a National Enquirer reporter eavesdropping, ready to blow my credibility to smithereens if he hears what I’m about to tell you. There’s a shady guy lingering at the front of the church, washing his hands in the holy water. He might have the holiest hands in the land, but I don’t believe he’s one of us.
Could you please cut to the chase, my son? I’m already late for a stockholders’ meeting. Our CEO, Martha Stewart, is supposed to make a personal appearance. We’ve got some questions for her.
Oh, I’m sorry, Father, please forgive me. Forgive Martha Stewart, too, while you’re at it. Are you taking your mobile confessional booth with you?
No, it’s in the shop for repairs. Blew a gasket when I took it to Washington, D.C. last week for a joint session of Congress. Now, proceed.
Yes, Father. I have worked most of my life in the country music business, and now I’m writing a book about it.
That’s not a mortal sin. A little borderline, perhaps, but I can get you off on that one.
Thank you. But that’s not what I want to confess. It’s something much more serious.
"This is not the new Fox TV reality show, Guess My Sin. What is the transgression?"
Father, here it is: I grew up hating country music.
Could you repeat that? I don’t think I heard you correctly.
I grew up hating country music. I was the only Kentuckian who hated bluegrass music and country music.
My God, son! Are you serious?
Yes, Father, I told you this was a big-time blunder.
We’re talking a lot of Hail Marys here, and enough penance to push Hank Williams through the pearly gates with Spade Cooley not far behind. Were there any mitigating circumstances for this aberration?
Yes. It wasn’t my fault. It was Jimmy Lambert’s fault.
Well, get him in here, too. Is he a Christian?
No, he’s a Presbyterian. But he’s the one who did it. He’s responsible for my early dislike of country music. Father, what’s that beeping noise?
Sorry, my son—the cell phone. Hang on. Oh, hello, Slick. Tell them I’ll be late. I’ve got an emergency here. Some sinner who hates country music and is writing a book for country music lovers. This has gone beyond mortal. Later. Bye.
Father, let me explain. When I was a teenager in Henderson, Kentucky, I used to spend Saturday nights with Jimmy Lambert, one of my best friends. The Lamberts lived in this big hilltop home, and Jimmy had the entire second floor bedroom. He loved fresh air, which is not a bad trait, except he left all the windows wide open, even in the middle of winter during the zero degree days. That is a bad trait. Jimmy slept in his bed and I slept in mine, which was equipped only with a single sheet to cover myself. Father, I was freezing my a—, forgive me, freezing my rear end off. Between the beds was a desk where Jimmy kept his pet turtle in a glass jar. We woke up one morning and the water in the jar was frozen over. Poor turtle. Poor me. Looking back, I believe Jimmy was experimenting with the first cryogenic freezing of bodies. He might have been ahead of his time, but both of us lost brain cells in the process. While I shivered under the sheet, he would turn on the radio full-blast, the volume reaching 11 on a scale of one to 10. The announcer’s voice boomed, This is WCKY, Cincinnati One, Ohio.
And then I knew I was in for a long night of upper-register sounds that had the dogs howling for miles away. Later in life I learned that I was listening to Hank Williams and Ernest Tubb and Bill Monroe and Roy Acuff—performers whom I grew to admire—but back then, it was like a vision of Hell if Satan had turned the heat off. Father, I don’t mean to carry on.
That’s okay, my son, I am finding this quite illuminating. I dread being chilly myself.
Jimmy personified Barbara Mandrell’s number one song, I Was Country When Country Wasn’t Cool.
Except bewzs country and I wasn’t cool. I was cold. The bitter weather and country hits got all tangled up and confused in the tiny portion of my brain that wasn’t frozen solid.
Have you repented?
Yes, Father, I told Jimmy I was sorry that he turned me against country music, but that I grew out of that stage and now love it. Although, honestly, I was still having some problems with blue-grass music until I heard Rhonda Vincent. But Jimmy was impressed that I’m writing a book on some of my favorite country stars.
You are forgiven. You’ll be interviewing these stars?
Yes, Father.
You can call me Bob.
Yes, Bob.
Could you do me a favor since you’ve made me late for my meeting?
Sure, Father Bob.
Any chance you could get me an autographed photo of Shania Twain?
It’s summer, 2003, in Nashville and I am amazed how someone who grew up with a dislike for country music now loves it so much. The answer comes from both sides of the stage: the fans and the artists.
As chronicled in the anecdotes that follow, the world’s biggest country music festival, Fan Fair, annually tests the fidelity and survival power of entertainers and their audience. Formerly held at the Tennessee State Fairgrounds, the event has moved to downtown Nashville—and more changes are on the way.
The 2004 version is expected to forgo the Fan Fair name in favor of a new moniker—the Country Music Association Music Festival. According to CMA officials, the 33rd annual presentation also will expand into additional music genres. Attendees at the 2003 Fan Fair offered mixed opinions of the changes, putting the CMA on the defensive. Many questioned why the Fan Fair name is being dropped and whether pop or rock acts might elbow out some of their country favorites.
Its doubtful that the stages of Fan Fair, whoops, the Country Music Association Music Festival, will ever host the likes of Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourne, Eminem, Snoop Dog or Lil Jon & the East Side Boys. But the Charlie Daniels Jams and Willie Nelson’s Farm