As I sit here to write, one thought seems to permeate
my mind, today is a day of legacy. For the past week all the major new shows,
newspapers, and magazines have been taking the country back to November 22, 1963
in Dallas. Stories of young President Kennedy have been on overload in
preparation of the 50th anniversary of his assassination. As a
nation, we have made him almost mythical as we reference all about him as an
Era of Camelot. Although I may question his overall significance as a President,
it does not escape me; his legacy is securely woven into America’s fabric and will
be long lasting.
Yesterday, in Nashville, another legacy was
celebrated. It was a legacy that touched me in a more personal way and although
I never met George Jones, I will never forget how he has impacted this country.
Over and over people have elevated him to the greatest country singer ever and
who am I to argue. I remember the first George Jones concert I attended. It was
in Ashland, KY and local favorite, Billy Ray Cyrus opened the show. As I stood
there listening to BRC, Jones and the boys rolled up in their tour bus. It was
the first time I had seen a tour bus and I knew right then I wanted one. When
George strode out to the stage everyone stopped what they were doing and looked
upon him, because, well, for us it was royalty standing there. We knew what
royalty looked like, shoot, Loretta Lynn grew up just an hour or so south of
us, so we knew.
Much like the young president we’ve all been hearing
stories about all week, I’ve been
reading stories of the Possum as Nashville prepared to celebrate his legacy.
Over 100 performers gathered to sing, regale us with stories and just remember
a hero. Yes a hero. Although he and President Kennedy have had their shortfalls
and indiscretions they will both go down in America’s history books as heroes.
So many of today’s entertainers owe a great deal to the “President of Country
Music,” part of that debt we owe, is to love those who paid to hear you and be
kind to those around you.
Perhaps he lost his footing on this from time to
time, but he never forgot it. Paying for funerals for friends, Johnny Paycheck
for instance, setting up scholarships, giving young artists tips to help them
advance their careers and the list would go on. With all his music and talent
that introduced us to the man we affectionately called “No Show” his true
legacy will be that of simply being a good man who loved. He loved his family,
friends and his fans. So it isn’t any wonder his funeral at the Grand Ole Opry
was packed or that his final “No Show” concert was sold out with people
standing in the rain outside watching on jumbo screens.