Over the years, the fans and the media have given many country music stars special nicknames.
Tom T. Hall, for example, has for most of his career been referred to as The Storyteller. Don Williams was dubbed early-on The Gentle Giant. The late Tex Ritter was known for years as American’s Most Beloved Cowboy.
But I know of no one whose nickname fit him better…nor a person who lived up to that nickname better…than did Sonny James, the man we all knew as The Southern Gentleman.
Every time the song, “Old Friends,” by Roger Miller, Willie Nelson, and Ray Price comes on the radio I do one of two things: I either turn the volume up louder so I can take it all in, or I turn the volume down to the point where I can barely hear it at all. This song, for some reason, seems to make me either extremely happy or extremely sad.
It hit me in my happy place recently, though, because I heard from and got to spend some time with a couple of “old friends,” people whose mere presence in my life has enriched me for years and continues each day to brighten my world.
Sometimes I think we all need to have our faith in the human spirit restored, rekindled, and/or revived.
In essence that’s what I said from the stage of the Grand Ole Opry this past Saturday night.
I was standing barefoot in my kitchen last Thursday morning shortly after 10:30 when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, so I let it go to voice mail.
I was in the midst of enjoying a lazy morning. I hadn’t combed my hair, gotten dressed, or even eaten breakfast. I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for 2:30 in the afternoon, but figured I would just kick back until it was time to get ready for that.
My phone beeped, and I knew whoever called had left a message. I punched in my code and heard a familiar voice.
My trip to Washington, D.C. earlier this week turned into much more than my simply hosting the CMA Songwriters Series show at the Library Of Congress on Tuesday night. I must admit, though, that performing on that stage, in that building, in that city, was one of the true highlights of my career.
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