One of the true greats and has been an extremely influential force concerning many a musical taste. I know there was a time when I listened to Merle more days than not. I'm familiar with most of his work prior to the 90s and love and respect his music. RIP, old friend.
Last Edit: Apr 6, 2016 23:02:05 GMT -5 by Sirewolf
The last of the true legends, Merle has always been as pure as Tennessee whiskey; I truly cannot count the nights he's eased me through yet another drunken adventure's unexpected end, or reminded me that sorrow is only transitory if you let it be. I know 44 has seen enough of my Merle nights when I was on FB to know how much I like to wallow in some old school.
Merle's been a part of my life for about as long as I can remember. That's a long time.
Merle never stopped; touring, and making music, was always his life. And maybe that's what took him down, living that life. Maybe it was just the inexorable hand of Ol' Father Time; when yer done, yer done. A few years back, when the Big C was whupping up on him, Merle said he was kinda disappointed it dinna get him; he was looking towards what was next.
About a week ago, he told his son Ben he was pretty sure he'd die on his birthday. Called that one. Happy Birthday, Merle.
Lotta folk don't know that Merle cut his teeth on jazz, he never thought of himself as a country singer. He had a different idea of how to mix things up than may have been the norm, and that unmistakable voice, copied so often, made anything he sang his own.
Hell, I think Merle taught me how to cry.
Back in my much younger days, I had one of God's own Walker hounds; voice that had to be heard to be believed, I called him Merle.
Me and my bud have tickets to see Willie and Merle in a month, part of the Django and Jimmie tour, it was gonna be an epic night. Great seats, right off front stage, we've planned it for a while. Plans, go figger.
Reckon I'm gonna have to wait a bit for that jam, hope I can get as good a seat.
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