I can’t think of anything that upsets me more than having to cancel a scheduled performance or appearance, whether it’s a concert, a media interview, or just a meet ‘n greet somewhere.
As most of you know by now, I lost my voice late last week, and had to bow out of a sold-out concert in Las Vegas. Not only was I suffering from a Broken Whisper, but my ole heart was busted as well.
I guess it goes back to my Daddy….and to his father before him. From the time I was old enough to understand, they talked to me about things like “character” and “dependability.” If I’ve heard my Dad say it once I’ve heard him say a million times, “Son, if you give somebody your word and promise you’re going to do something, then you’ve GOT to do it. You must be dependable. If it’s something you think you might not want to do, then don’t say you’ll do it in the first place. But once you say you will, then you MUST.”
I have probably had to cancel fewer than a dozen appearances in my 50-plus years in country music, and it always hurts when I do. But this one hurt more than usual, not only because the concert was sold-out, but because I so rarely get to that part of the country to do a show. It was a beautiful, intimate venue, too (the Chrome Room inside the Santa Fe Station hotel/casino), just the kind of place I love to perform.
The preceding Sunday night, we had played outdoors in a mountainous area of north Alabama, and by the time our concert was over the temperature had dipped into the high thirties. Like a dummy, I stood outside and signed autographs and posed for pictures afterward, and both James Freeze, my bass player, and I got sick.
I know now I should have never flown to Vegas and tried to do the show, but Daddy was perched on my shoulder like a little bird chirping about “dependability.” I gave it the ole college try, but I just couldn’t make it happen.
We had fans come in from Chicago, Seattle, Los Angeles, Phoenix, and no telling where else just to see our show. If you were one of those and left disappointed, please know that I was twice as disappointed as you. We are hoping the venue will re-book us, but we’re told a new management team is coming in and that things are uncertain at this point.
So, again, please accept my apologies. I am home in Nashville taking my medicines and trying to rest. Hopefully, I’ll soon be good as new. Thanks for your thoughts, well-wishes, and especially your prayers.
As I was walking out of the hotel heading to the airport to fly home, I overheard someone say, “Well, I guess even entertainers are human.”
I appreciated that. Sometimes I wonder.