Doc Watson – Memories

“I have seen the David and the Mona Lisa, too; and I have heard Doc Watson play Columbus Stockade Blues.” Guy Clark

Memories is the name of my favorite Doc Watson album.  I just about wore the needle through the 2-record LP that included Make Me Down A Pallet On Your Floor, Shady Grove and Miss The Mississippi when I became a fan of Doc’s in the 1970s.  I first saw him in concert then and witnessed his talent and showmanship first hand. Then a few years later, when I interviewed him, I found him to be every bit of the gentleman that I had anticipated.

When Doc came to perform at the Ryman Auditorium in 2011, I was just as excited as I had been when I was an 18-year old guitar player in 1975.   As what turned out to be his last Ryman show approached, I recalled these memories in a dispatch called Doc Watson – No Strings Attached. I hope you’ll enjoy these memories of Doc.

Doc Watson – No Strings Attached

Doc Watson is my favorite acoustic guitar player.  He is a hero to me for the amount of talent he has in his voice and hands, and for the way he conducts himself on stage.  Always with dignity, humor and enough integrity to weigh down a jumbo Gallagher guitar case.  When tickets became available for his Ryman Auditorium show July 28, 2011, I jumped at the chance and ordered immediately.

Doc first came into my consciousness when I was in a college bluegrass band in the 1970s.  We called ourselves The Eighth of January, after the fiddle tune that eventually became
the popular song The Battle of New Orleans.  The boys and I were “just eat up” with learning and playing as much acoustic music as possible.  Doc was high on our list of people to emulate.

The summer after my freshman year at Ole Miss, a wondrous announcement was made: The Atwood Bluegrass Festival in Monticello, Mississippi would bring Lester Flatt & The Nashville Grass and Doc Watson to perform.  The Eighth of January developed a plan of action in short order.  Our fiddler Steve Cook of Clinton and banjo player S. Cragin Knox of Jackson would drive south, while I would mount the Southern Campaign and head north from Pascagoula to converge on this monumental event in force.

Lester Flatt & The Nashville Grass, with then teenage mandolin player Marty Stuart, wowed the crowd.  I was thrilled that Lester tipped his hat to me through the window of
his bus while he waited to be introduced.  Steve got fiddler Paul Warren to sign his souvenir program.  Warren had played with Flatt & Earl Scruggs and stayed with Lester after their breakup, “Thank ye kindly, neighbors,” Lester told the audience.  “You’re
welcome,” we applauded.

Jamming at bluegrass festivals brings pickers together for the length of a song and sometimes for much longer.  The day of Doc Watson’s performance, Knox, Steve and I made the acquaintance of Carl Nobles, a guitar player from Hazlehurst.  He sat in with us and we’ve all been friends ever since.  A long-haired mandolin player from Vicksburg also played with us that day and I haven’t seen him since.

L to R: S. Cragin Knox, Steve Cook, Kenny Boone, Carl Nobles, Les Kerr

While we were jamming, John Stennis, Jr., then a state legislator, walked by and asked if we wanted to play on the big stage.  It took us less than a claw hammer banjo lick to say “yes!”  Because we were unscheduled, we were the last local band to perform before the stage was cleared and set for Doc.  For several years afterwards, I bragged about “opening” for Doc Watson in Monticello.

Five years later I saw Doc again at the Sand Hills Bluegrass Festival in Marianna, Florida.  I had earned a degree and was a young radio station news director in Mobile, Alabama.  When I heard that Doc would be that close to Mobile, I made plans to attend.

Because of my job, I would get to participate in a “sit down” with Doc Watson and the local media, some of whom also played guitar.  Talk about another dream come true!

L to R: Festival organizer Danny Lipford, Doc Watson, Les Kerr, Mark R. Kent, Mike Lipford

Doc was as gentlemanly and forthright as we could have imagined.  “You’d be surprised at how little I pick at home,” he said when we guitar-playing newsmen asked how often he practiced.

We asked about his signature guitar made by J.W. Gallagher in Wartrace, Tennessee and learned that, “Well, he just brought one along and said he’d like for me to play it.  Said ‘the only strings attached are the ones that’s on it,’ and I’ve been playing it ever since.”

Doc talked about his pre-acoustic years playing country and rockabilly dance music.  “Yeah, I had one o’ them gear-shifter tail pieces on an electric guitar that could really make
it whine.”

He said he enjoyed listening to the night programming of Nashville’s WSM AM, the home station of the Grand Ole Opry, and New Orleans’ WWL AM, which broadcast country music for truckers at night then, and a local FM country station near his home in North Carolina.  “Who knows, maybe the popular music we hear now will be considered folk music sometime in the future.”

Since then, I’ve seen Doc perform at many times at places like the Station Inn and the Ryman Auditorium and each time, as a picker and as a person, I have felt honored to be in his presence.

Text copyright 2011, 2012. Photos from the collection of Les Kerr

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Les Kerr is a songwriter, recording artist, journalist and author originally from the Gulf Coast now based in Nashville, Tennessee. Learn More about Les at www.leskerr.com
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2 Responses to Doc Watson – Memories

  1. I really enjoyed this post! I could sense your excitement as a youngster going to see one of your musical heroes! I had not heard Doc Watson, but looked him up on YouTube. He was an awesome picker. I love the pics of your band too.

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