During Sunday night’s Country Music Hall of Fame Medallion Ceremony, Alan Jackson received his medal and became an official Hall of Famer. And during the festivities, Jackson opened up about how people have interpreted his quiet side over the years.
So when he was a car salesman, he said, he was a good one. “I was a good car salesman. And I’m not really shy, I’m just kind of socially awkward,” Jackson told the crowd, “and mainly I just don’t like to talk much. As a car salesman, I was good because I knew cars and I knew what people needed, so I helped them.”
According to Country Aircheck, when it came to songwriting, Jackson said he’d always maintained the write-what-you-know style of crafting songs.
“I wrote what I knew. My daddy was a mechanic, I grew up in a garage and that’s all I cared about. That’s the reason I moved to Nashville to become a singer. I loved cars, and I couldn’t really buy any.
I didn’t see much of a future of being able to buy a lot of cars and being a singing star looked like the only shot I had,” he shared.
What kept Jackson on his straight-up country path was some advice George Jones had given him in the early days. “He told me the first time I met him: ‘Keep it country.’ I would have done that anyway, but it meant so much coming from him.
“I just hope there are going to be some young people coming along who really care about it as much as I have and try to keep it alive. It’s going to be hard today. You won’t hear it on the radio anymore, but there’s still a lot of people out there, young and old, who want to hear what I call real country music.”
Jack Blanchard’s Column: The Tear
I’m sending this week’s column early
as I may be tied up with medical problems starting tomorrow.
Misty and I had a steady job with our band
in a classy Coral Gables supper club,
playing light jazz dance music,
and occasionally slipping in one of our own songs.
We had made a couple of records that got local airplay,
but we were getting nowhere with amazing velocity.
Dick Gillespie was a regular customer.
He was witty, in the Robin Williams style,
and owned a local country music radio station.
He had won an Emmy for producing the Colgate Comedy Hour.
An intelligent guy.
I asked him one night why we weren’t getting anywhere.
We were good musicians, I said,
we sang well, looked okay, and made nice records.
Why didn’t he see that, and help us?
His answer hurt our feelings and saved our life.
He said, “You have nothing to sell.
Nobody is interested in the things you mentioned.
People won’t walk across the street to see a good-looking musician,
but they’ll stop for an auto accident.”
More importantly, he said,
“Go home and develop an unusual style,
costume yourselves to attract attention,
and change your name if necessary.
Try singing different ways until the style is pronounced.
Style is more important than good singing.
Good singers back up artists with style.
Change your attitude.
Go for stage presence.
Be whoever you want to be, but be unique.”
Then he added,
“You can’t do this here in the town where they know you.
They won’t accept it.
Go to a new place and walk in the door in your new way,
no matter how self-conscious you feel,
and they will think you were born that way.”
Misty Morgan changed her name from Mary Blanchard,
we dressed pretty wild,
worked up a lot of new material and attitude,
and went to Key West to try it out.
We thought we’d be laughed at, but they not only accepted us,
they packed the place to see and hear us.
We had a recording contract within two weeks,
and a Pick in Billboard within a couple of months.
We found out that the roles we were playing
were more real than playing dinner music in suit and gown.
Now we can’t think of ourselves the old way.
We’ve been who we are now over half our lives.
Dick Gillespie gave us the best advice we ever got,
so we pass it on to other striving artists.
Today’s Inspiration Station With Rhonnie Scheuerman
Rejoice by Author Ingrid Trobisch
There should be a lot of laughter and games in a family. I don ‘know of anything better to relieve the inevitable tension that comes when people live under the same roof. A teenager who was having trouble with his parents (good friends of ours) told them one day at the table, “If we couldn’t all laugh together around this table, I wouldn’t be able to stand this family.” Love and laugher hold us together.
Please go to Proverbs 15-13-15:17.22 Psalm 126:1- 6