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Monday, August 31, 2026
"Down Through The Years" by Jean Shepard, On Reading Her Autobiography
Thursday, July 16, 2026
"A Song To Kill For" by Billy Edd Wheeler
Friday, September 20, 2024
Billy Edd Wheeler, Appalachian Polymath: Reflections On The Death Of A Great Appalachian
On September 16, 2024, Billy Edd Wheeler died at his home in North Carolina at the age of 91. Depending on whom you ask, you could hear Wheeler described as a practitioner of various occupations and, before you ask, you should know that he was a master at several. He was a song writer and performer, an author of nearly a dozen books, a college administrator, a humorist, and a playwright. He was admired all across Appalachia as a shining example of what a great Appalachian should be and what all Appalachians should seek to become. Several of his songs have embedded themselves deep in the psyche of the country. His half dozen books of humor, co-authored with another great Appalachian, Loyal Jones, are found on the display shelves of book stores, variety stores, and general merchandise establishments. Several of those humor books are likely to be reprinted for years to come. He was also the author of several outdoor dramas in states as varied as his native West Virginia to Indiana, Ohio, and Kentucky. Wheeler was a man of man talents and he worked daily to utilize them all to the best of his prodigious ability. In addition to those occupations from which he received most of his support, he was also a painter, wood worker, and sculptor whose works were actually good enough to be displayed in several galleries over the years.
Travelin' down that coal town road,
Listen to those rubber tires whine;
Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore,
I'm leavin' you behind.
I been a coal man all my life
Layin' down track in the hole,
Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind
Blood veins blue as the coal.
Then he went on to address the frequent injuries in coal mining with one of the great metaphors in all of song writing, comparing a near death experience in the mines with a tattoo, And yet, that same stanza ends with another reference to the typical coal miner's love of the job which has nearly killed him:
Somebody said "That's a strange tattoo
You have on the side of your head."
I said "That's a blue print left by the coal.
Just a little more and I'd be dead"
But I love the rumble and I love the dark
I love the cool of the slate.
Billy Edd Wheeler addressed the deaths and injuries in the coal mines once again in another of the best coal mining songs ever written, "Red Winged Blackbird".
Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird Singing with all his heart and soul He's got a blood red spot on his wing And all the rest of him is black as coal Of all the colors I ever did see Red and black are the ones I dread For when a man spills blood on the coal They carry him down from the coal mines dead Fly away you red winged bird Leave behind the miner's wife She'll dream about you when you're gone She'll dream about you all her life Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird Singing with all his heart and soul He's got a blood red spot on his wing And all the rest of him is black as coal
Once I thanked God for our treasure
Now like rust it corrodes
And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
On the coming, the coming of the roads
No, I can't help but blamin' your goin'
On the coming, coming of the roads
Thursday, January 28, 2021
Colonel Hugh X. Lewis, In Memoriam, December 25, 1930--December 30, 2020
Hubert Bradley Lewis, known professionally as Colonel Hugh X. Lewis, died in Nashville, Tennessee, on December 29, 2020, only 4 days after hie 90th birthday due to Covid 19. He had been born on Christmas Day 1930, in Yeadis, Kentucky, during the heart of the Great Depression and rose to nationwide fame as a country music singer and songwriter. He was not touring but was still actively working until he became ill. He was hosting a weekly radio show on WSGS-FM 101 in Hazard, Kentucky, and was a regular caller to the Faron And Scott Show on that station. During those telephone calls, he would tell some of his thousands of stories about his life as a star in the world of country music from the 1950's to the time of his death. He had known, worked with, and often written songs for many of the biggest names in country music. He had been married to his wife, Anna Mae Lewis, for 69 years at the time of his death. He was always devoted to his wife and family and could accurately be described as a "family man" as you can see in the photo below. He reputedly began hitchhiking from Southeastern Kentucky to Nashville to try to get a start in the music business shortly after he was married and working as a coal miner. He was a fascinating man with a wonderful memory right up until his death, loved to meet and come to know people, no matter who they were, and could literally talk about any subject. He will be greatly missed and long remembered both by those who knew and worked with him and by thousands who knew him only as a wonderful story teller on WSGS.
I have been a regular listener to WSGS-FM 101 in Hazard, KY, for more than 60 years and in the last few years one of the best aspects of that station, which I consider to be the best radio station around, was the fact that about once a week The Colonel would call in to the Faron And Scott Show and talk at length about his long career in country music, the stars and common people he knew, the places he played, the songs and poetry he wrote, and the long happy, productive life he had led. I'm sorry I never got to know him personally. It is a real tragedy that he died at a time when he was still being productive and from a pandemic which never had to happen if the federal government had done its job in early 2020. Hugh X. Lewis has now joined Charley Pride, Joe Diffy, and John Prine on the list of innocent victims of this American tragedy. Somewhere, that is a pretty damn good band!
Saturday, April 25, 2020
Suicide As A Theme In Country And Bluegrass Music
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| David "String Bean" Akemon--Photo by Wide Open Country |
Lay by the railroad tracks
I'm gonna go downtown
Lay down by the railroad tracks
You see I don't want nothin'
Since my baby, she ain't comin' back
My lady she's gone
Took all my reason to live
My baby she gone
Took all my reason to live
Since she don't want me
I got nothin' left to give
Chorus:
She won't see me
Won't pick up the telephone
I wonder if she knows
She's the reason that I'll be gone
Lay in my bed
Stare at the ceiling for a while
I'm gonna lay in my bed
Stare at the ceiling for a while
My baby gonna miss me
My lady gonna miss me when I die
(Repeat Chorus)
Got my pills
Got my bottle of gin
I'm gonna swallow my pills
Swallow my bottle of gin
When I close my eyes
I won't see the sun again
(Repeat Chorus)
Get me a gun
Go back into my room
I'm gonna get me a gun
One with a barrel or two
You know I'm better off dead than
Singing these suicide blues
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| Bobbie Gentry--Photo by Rolling Stone |
One of my favorite performers and song writers of all time, Tom T. Hall, wrote a song called "The Rolling Mills Of Middletown" in which the narrators friend disappears in a steel mill in the Ohio steel town of Middletown to which hundreds, if not thousands, of native Appalachians moved in the Great Migration. In that song, the narrator tells a story of his friend who is a worker in a steel mill who marries a woman of questionable morals. "I knew he shouldn't marry any woman quite that wild Then later on I learned that she had been expectin' a child." After the marriage, things go down hill as they often do, both in real life and in country music songs. "He worked all night she shopped all day bought everything that fit A helper on the BOF three thousand degrees at a round His wife was just about that hot in the bars in old Middletown Of course he was the last to know". Those lines continue the story of the deteriorating marriage and are reinforced by the line in the repeated refrain "the rolling mills of Middletown roll on, roll on, roll on". That refrain is a clear indicator of the inevitability of life both for a steel mill worker and for the subject of the song in his unsalvageable marriage. Then Tom T. Hall, who is one of the greatest songwriters who ever lived in my opinion, brings us to his own enigmatic conclusion. "One night the foreman on his turn said, "Cool down No 2" And he told my friend to go on home as soon as he was through He stopped into a little bar to have a good cold beer His woman and some dayturn guy were dancing closely there Oh, I knew him well and in his mind there must have been a storm While the rolling mills of Middletown roll on, roll, on roll on They say he never spoke a word he just turned and walked away". The jilted husband now has irrevocable proof of his wife's infidelity and instead of confronting her and her companion "he just turned and walked away. And no one knows exactly what took place that fateful day." Hall, "The Storyteller" as he has been known for many years, has nearly brought this story to its sad conclusion. He has left us with that lack of knowledge again and we don't know "what took place that fateful day." All Hall leaves us with is the enigma of exactly what happened to his friend. "Some say they saw him near the tracks at furnace No 1 With heat so hot the hubs of hell would seem just barely warm Well, they never saw my friend again did he do something wrong While the rolling mills of Middletown Ohio roll on, roll on, roll on." He has left us with the friend's last known location "near the tracks at furnace No 1 With heat so hot the hubs of hell would seem just barely warm". We do know that the friend was near the furnace which is described in that incredibly grapic line "With heat so hot the hubs of hell would seem just barely warm". By using the words "hubs of hell" Hall has also inserted a reminder of the puritanical vision of Hell as a punishment for suicide which is often considered to be an unpardonable sin. Just as we must come to our own conclusions about Billy Joe and the narrator in the previous song, we also must reach our own conclusions about the subject of Hall's wonderful suicide song. The natural assumption is that either the distraught husband "did something wrong" or that he deliberately walked into the death zone of the furnace. No matter how you personally believe the man responded to his wife's infidelity, you have to conclude that it is a fine suicide song by one of the world's great songwriters.
Another of my favorite song writers of all time in both Country and Bluegrass Music is Dolly Parton who has written numerous songs in categories which I loosely call "Songs For Social Workers". She wrote and recorded a song called "The Bridge" about a young pregnant woman who is contemplating suicide and that song is narrated in the first person. "You kissed me for the first time here An' held me awfully tight And the bridge became our favorite place We came here often in the night." Parton, who is a songwriter in that same class among the greatest in both genres as is Tom T. Hall, has told us that the affair began on the bridge and she raises the symbolism of darkness by saying "We came here often in the night". And that mention of the night is naturally a premonition of the young woman's death. The concluding stanza clearly leaves us knowing that the narrator has committed suicide when she says: "To think that you could leave me here My heart is beating wild Tonight, while standing on the bridge With our unborn child My feet are moving slowly Closer to the edge Here is where it started And here is where I'll end it.... Parton has left us with no doubt that her young, pregnant narrator will "end it" and step off the bridge to her death before her fatherless child can be born. Interestingly, this song is only one of several which Parton has written and recorded about young women who become pregnant by men who later desert them although all the other female characters in those songs do not commit suicide.
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| A Young Dolly Parton--Photo by Good Housekeeping |
While every singer and songwriter in Country and Bluegrass Music does not perform or write songs about suicide, enough of such songs have been written and recorded by musicians and writers in the two genres to make the subject of suicide a common theme in both types of music. And both Dolly Parton and Tom T. Hall have strong histories and lifelong commitments to both genres. Each of them has written and performed for many decades in both genres. Both have written numerous songs in each genre which are among the best known in all of American music. I am sure that we will never see the end of suicide as a subject in both Country and Bluegrass.
Monday, March 30, 2020
John Prine, The Corona Virus, and The Great Compromise
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| John Prine, Photo by t2.gstatic.com |
And awake in the dawn's early light
But much to my surprise when I opened my eyes
I was a victim of the great compromise"
"The Great Compromise" by John Prine
But, as I said in the beginning of this requiem, John Prine was a prophet. The words he wrote 48 years ago foretold his death due to the Corona Virus. John Prine will continue to speak until the day America finally hold the TRAITOR Trump responsible for his TREASON.
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Marty Stuart, Vietnamese Food, and The Corona Virus
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| Marty Stuart, Photo by Biography.com |
The concert was tremendous and the building was apparently at capacity despite the onset of the corona virus pandemic in Kentucky. Since Candice is in a wheelchair, we were seated at the back of the front seating area in a row which is composed of straight backed chairs which can be moved to accommodate patrons in wheelchairs and might have had a little less contact with other concert goers than was true in any of the regular permanent seats. The concert was billed as a "Pilgrim Concert" which meant that it featured a classic album of Stuart's from several years ago, "The Pilgrim", which has recently been reissued with several additional tracks. The album was written in a form similar to "Tommy" by "The Who", a classic rock opera. The album tells the story of two men and a woman from Stuart's hometown of Philadelphia, Mississippi. It is complex, varied in its musical style and composition, and well worth listening to any time. The story of the people it tells is about a tragic love triangle which results in the public suicide of the man who lost the woman's love. The other man blames himself for the death of his rival and becomes a wanderer across America until he is able to contact the woman, learn that she loves him still, and wants him to return to Mississippi. It is every bit as good a story as "Tommy" and just as pleasurable in a musical sense. If you haven't heard it, listen to it on YouTube. To say the least, we enjoyed the concert tremendously and have not yet shown any symptoms of corona virus although we are still not out of the two week incubation period which might even be a bit longer.
Before the concert, we had a meal at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, Pho Saigon, in Woodhill Shopping Center just off New Circle Road in Lexington. They serve great, fresh, hot, beautifully presented Vietnamese dishes including pho or Vietnamese soups, hot pot dishes, and noodle dishes. My personal favorite is Shrimp Hot Pot which contains more than half a dozen large shrimp, a rice base, and a belly full of fresh, perfectly cooked vegetables. The secret to a hot pot is that it is served in a ceramic or earthenware oven proof deep dish which is placed in an oven before the dish is placed inside. The rice is layered in the bottom and the pot is hot enough to make the rice adhere to the pot and become slightly carbonized beneath the vegetables, whatever meat you choose, and a wonderful sauce. The pot is so hot when it is served that you cannot touch it and if you take your time eating the last bite will still be hot when you reach the bottom. That is a feat which very few restaurants can pull off successfully. Pho Saigon serves beef, chicken, pork, seafood, and vegetarian dishes and everything I have ever eaten there was well worth having again. And, in what I consider to be a positive sign of any restaurant which is billed as ethnic, when you go in Pho Saigon you will nearly always see other diners who are speaking the native language of Vietnamese. If you hear Italian in an Italian restaurant, or Mandarin in a Chinese restaurant, or the native language in any supposedly culturally based restaurant, you will generally see and eat food which is more authentic than if you did not hear the language. If you have never been in Pho Saigon in Lexington, the next time you are there take a trip to Woodhill and have a wonderful meal. Another aspect of the place which I like a lot is the owner and employees are all friendly, talkative, willing to please, and hard working. The dining room and bathrooms are spotless. The room is large and comfortable and the atmosphere is always open, friendly, and inviting. And if you like Asian foods, there is an Asian food market next door which I suspect is operated by the same owners.












