Postcards from a poet

Postcard from Everette Maddox

Someone said he had borrowed the suit he was wearing from his brother. The distinguished but declining poet from New Orleans was the special guest at a poetry series in Mobile called Second Saturdays at the Lumber Yard Café. He mesmerized the packed house that day with a book of poems in his hand, a glass of Scotch beside him and a microphone before him. That was Everette Maddox, mid-1980s.

I had first met Everette before then in his natural habitat, the darkened Maple Leaf Bar in New Orleans late one night after JazzFest. He was holding court at the bar with his buddies and admirers, quoting poetry to them over the din of the crowd and music from the next room. Everyone stood as close as they could in order to hear him. “This is a rare man,” I remember thinking.

I will always be thankful to my friends Max Reed and Peter McGowin for introducing me to him. I was about to fly the corporate coop into the wide open spaces of music and freelance writing. Everette and others of his independent creative bent were heroes to me then, as they are today. It impressed me that he held songwriters in high regard. Respect from Everette didn’t depend on fame or “who you were,” it only mattered to him that you were writing. I was writing songs and we became friends.

Songwriter Sunday cardWe had a cheerful, fun friendship, not a deep, soul-sharing one. I never felt close enough to him to call him, “Rette,” as others did. But when we communicated in person or by postcard, I always felt that each of us shared an admiration for the other as people and as writers. As a performer myself I was immediately impressed with his ability to deliver a poem, an introduction or a passing comment in his uniquely entertaining way. If they were smart, other purveyors of the spoken word took mental notes when they heard him read. Everette wove syllables, sentences and the silence in between them into moments that made listeners forget everything else in the world or even within their own existences when he spoke.

Our conversations included reminiscences of his boyhood in Prattville, Alabama, mine in Mississippi and how much we both enjoyed Nashville. He once started a sentence I was able to finish when we talked about the beautiful view from Interstate 65 North just inside the Tennessee state line when the fields around Pulaski come into view. I always remember that exchange when I’m driving back from the Gulf Coast to Nashville.

Thanks to Peter’s suggestion, Everette began inviting me to perform at the long standing Sunday afternoon poetry readings he had founded at the Maple Leaf years before. He would usually have another songwriter or two on those days to add variety to the weekly spoken word event. It was a thrill for me to be a part of those readings and I’m honored that Nancy Harris, who leads the readings now, continues to have me back to sing my original songs on occasion.

Toward the end of his life, he worked feverishly to compile enough poems for another book.Ev card 1 Hank Staples, the owner of the Maple Leaf who helped him and held his new poems, mentioned that Everette might like to do a reading in Nashville when it was finished. The notion of Everette staying with me in my apartment would be a possibility if a reading were secured. Everette had heard about the eclectic club on Second Avenue called Windows on the Cumberland, aptly named because of its tall windows overlooking the river. I had played there and said I’d be glad to help, if I could.

Everette's book was sent as a wedding present from a friend.

Helen Toye’s inscription in Everette’s book that she sent as a wedding present.

But Everette didn’t live to see the book published or to make it to Nashville. He died young but full of wisdom in 1989. When American Waste, Poems by Everette Maddox was published in 1993, another friend and Everette disciple, Helen Toye, sent a copy to my soon to be wife Gail and me as a wedding present. Her inscription reads, “OK, you two good ones, this one’s for you! All the best in your endeavor, Love, Helen.”

My favorite poem in the book is called Mail Box Blues. It’s about two mail boxes side by side talking to each other about a postcard made from a torn beer box, destination: New York. The postcards Everette sent to me only went to my one bedroom apartment in Nashville. But when I read them now, in a split second they take me back to a darkened New Orleans bar presided over by a somewhat inebriated poet casting a word-spell as broad as a Gulf Coast mullet net over those of us lucky enough to be caught in it.

Click here to listen to Inspiration and Bar Scotch, inspired by Everette Maddox. Words and music copyright 2015 by Les Kerr.

Click to add Les Kerr - Contributor to your collection!

Text and photos copyright 2015 by Les Kerr.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Americana Boogie

Last week the Americana Music Association presented its annual conference, festival and awards show in Nashville. It is always an exciting time with events associated with Americana happening all around town. From the awards show at the Ryman Auditorium to a week-ending concert at the new Ascend Amphitheater, Tune Town was twangin’.

Duane Eddy impressing a Nashville audience with his guitar playing.

Duane Eddy impressing a Nashville audience with his guitar playing.

Loud and proud were the sounds of acoustic, electric and steel guitars, fiddles, saxophones and just about any instrument that could be named. Extremely talented people, like Duane Eddy, were playing them, too.

Americana is the music genre that encompasses many elements not heard on mainstream radio and some that are. For those who say, “Country music isn’t country anymore,” I would suggest they take a good look at Americana. You’ll hear the aforementioned fiddles and steels that are not as common as they used to be on country radio. You’ll also hear blues, bluegrass and folk as well as international influences (I know, that sounds odd for a genre called “Americana”) including a strong Australian contingent.

Singing praises for the new Grammy Museum

An extra bonus for me was the opportunity to attend an event celebrating the upcoming opening of the Grammy Museum in Cleveland, Mississippi scheduled for March, 2016. This will be the only official Grammy Museum outside of Los Angeles. Quite a recognition of the impact my home state has had on music and I was proud to attend the event. Speaking at the reception held at B.B. King’s Blues Club were Mississippi Tourism Director Malcolm White and native Mississippians now notable in the music business. Songwriter Craig Wiseman (Live Like You Were Dying), seven-time CMA

Performing with Carl Jackson at the Bluebird Cafe, April2015

Performing with Carl Jackson at the Bluebird Cafe, April, 2015

Instrumentalist of the Year Mac McAnally, and Grammy-winning producer and performer Carl Jackson (Livin’, Lovin’, Losin’ – Songs of the Louvin Brothers) welcomed everyone with brief comments. I have had the privilege of performing at events with Carl and Mac earlier this year.

The Americana Boogie song

I enjoy the eclectic, freewheeling Americana style. In fact, it inspired me to write The Americana Boogie, the title track of an album I released in 2013. In the song, I referred to the Western Swing and Cajun influences in Americana in the choruses and used a couple of name checks to highlight some Americana artists. “Over the hills and Lauderdale,” refers to AMA Awards show host and Grammy-winning performer Jim Lauderdale. “Drink a little Old Crow,” is a play on words referring to the popular group Old Crow Medicine Show (Wagon Wheel) via a sip of Old Crow Bourbon. I have personally enjoyed both the group and the bourbon.

Click photo to hear The Americana Boogie

Click photo to hear The Americana Boogie

You can hear my song by clicking on this CD cover image. As the song says, “You can dig it; you can pick it, this Americana Boogie song!”

Click to add Les Kerr - Contributor to your collection!

Text and photos copyright 2015 by Les Kerr.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Sun shines

Sun signAugust 22, 2015 started cloudy in Memphis, Tennessee. As I left my hotel downtown on Union Avenue and made my way to Overton Square, a light drizzle got more intense. By 11:00 a.m., the rain began to fall so loudly that Susan Marshall, a fine singer onstage with her band at Lafayette’s Music Room, mentioned it between songs. She humorously made reference to the volume of the rain hitting the building and an inaccurate TV weather forecast. It was good to be inside listening to music and enjoying lunch.

By about 1:00 p.m., the rain began to subside and I left Lafayette’s and headed back toward Union Avenue. Not all the way downtown but to 706, the address of the little building where history was made in the 1950s. Not just music history. History, period. The sun began to shine as I made my way down Union and I couldn’t help but compare the brightness now covering Memphis to the way Sam Phillips illuminated the world with music at his Sun Records Studio. As it happened after Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, things got brighter when Sun Records got going.

Inside SunBeing inside the building, walking the same floor where my musical heroes had stood, sung and played gave me pause. Aside from the artists known for their Sun recordings

In Sun Studio looking toward the control room.

In Sun Studio looking toward the control room.

(Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins and on and on), Howlin’ Wolf, B.B. King and more recently U2 and Dale Watson recorded at the studio. While tours are offered during the day, the building is still a working studio at night.

A new addition to the building is the recreation of Dewey Phillips’ broadcast booth. Phillips, not related to Sam, was the first person to play an Elvis Presley record on the radio. From the WHBQ AM station in the Chisca Hotel on Main Street, That’s All Right, was played by Dewey one night in 1954.

Dewey Phillips' WHBQ studio

Dewey Phillips’ WHBQ studio

Then, on the same night during the same show, it was played sixteen more times because of the listeners’ response. When it was announced that the hotel building, long vacant by 2015, would be turned in to condos, Sun Studio curators wisely and carefully moved the turntable, microphone and every bit of Dewey Phillips’ studio to Sun and meticulously reconstructed it. Viewing it provides another breathtaking element in visiting the little studio.

With Charlie Monk (left) and Jerry Phillips (right)

With Charlie Monk (left) and Jerry Phillips (right)

Back home in Nashville five days later, I received a call from my friend Charlie Monk, host of Willie’s Roadhouse on Sirius XM and the man widely regarded as “Mayor of Music Row.” “I’m going to the preview of the new Sam Phillips exhibit at the Country Music Hall of Fame tonight,” Charlie said. “Would you like to go with me?” Three hours later, I joined Charlie for a memorable night that included words from Jerry Phillips, Sam’s son, and music from Sonny Burgess, the Sun Records artist whose hits included Red Headed Woman. A stellar celebration for the opening of the exhibit, titled “Flyin’ Saucers Rock & Roll: The Cosmic Genius of Sam Phillips,” after a Sun hit by Billy Lee Riley.

Sun Recording Artist Sonny Burgess in action!

Sun Recording Artist Sonny Burgess in action in 2015!

I had met Sonny Burgess in 2001 when I played the Rockabilly Festival in Jackson, Tennessee. To see him now, in his eighties and still rocking, was inspirational. He brought the house down with Red Headed Woman leading a band that included former Johnny Cash bass player Dave Roe. What a night.

It never dawned on me just a few days before as I stood in the building where Mr. Burgess recorded Red Headed Woman that I would see him sing it the very same week. Who knows, maybe I’ll record at the Sun Studio myself one day. Writing that sentence just made it a goal for me instead of a random thought. I suppose that’s all right (Mama).

Text and photos copyright 2015 by Les Kerr.

Les Kerr - Contributor

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

“It” is still music for me

The original Ernest Tubb Record Shop is still going strong on Lower Broadway.

The original Ernest Tubb Record Shop is still going strong on Lower Broadway.

The new “It City.” That designation was bestowed upon Nashville by the New York Times in 2013 but is now the apparent collective self-image of our town. In attending and viewing recent mayoral forums and debates, it seemed to me that the frequency of references to Nashville as the “it city” by all seven candidates began to approach songwriter John Sebastian’s estimate of the number of guitar pickers in Nashville in his song Nashville Cats (1,352). A few of the candidates even had trouble coming up with the name of any song that represents Nashville when asked to do so. The volume of construction cranes cropping up on an apparent hourly basis to change the landscape also looks to be approaching Sebastian’s estimate of pickers, if it hasn’t already exceeded it.

The guitar that fueled my dreams of someday moving to Music City to make music.

The guitar that fueled my dreams of someday moving to Music City to make music.

Nashville may be “It” city to some but it is still Music City to me. In the spirit of “dancin’ with the one that brung you,” we mustn’t forget that music is still our calling card to the world. The blues and country music legacies of Nashville are something to remember, to be loyal to and to respect. I realize that we were the capital city of Tennessee and the Athens of the South before we were Music City, USA. However, it was Roy Acuff’s fiddle, Bill Monroe’s mandolin, and the country blues of Hank Williams and Deford Bailey that took us to worldwide recognition.

Despite the trendy restaurants and high-rise “mixed use” condos and retail space in our old railroad gulch, the one-story Station Inn still holds forth as that area’s best known

The Station Inn has become surrounded by high-rises and trendy boutiques and restaurants.

The Station Inn has become surrounded by high-rises and trendy boutiques and restaurants.

establishment, delivering world-class bluegrass on a nightly basis.

Contrary to the opinion expressed by some newcomers and non-residents that the songwriting mecca the Bluebird Café was made famous by the three year old ABC TV series Nashville, the iconic music venue opened in 1982 and has been the gold standard for performing songwriters ever since.

The Bluebird Cafe

From Garth Brooks and Keith Urban to others who are known to most only by the hits they have written, the writers who play their own songs at the small café speak of it in almost reverent tones. The Bluebird stage was the site of my first Nashville performance in 1987 and I’m still proud to play there every time the opportunity arises.

A few ticket stubs from Opry shows I have seen over the years.

A few ticket stubs from Opry shows I have seen over the years.

In 1983 when I was a radio news director visiting Nashville, I interviewed Roy Acuff in his dressing room at the Grand Ole Opry. He told me that there was a time when many in Nashville didn’t want to acknowledge the Opry because of the backwoods image they perceived it gave to the city. Mr. Acuff was happy that the attitude toward country music had changed among those in “society.” The Opry has existed since 1925 in many locations including the Belcourt Theatre, the Ryman Auditorium and its longest point of residency, the Grand Ole Opry House which opened in 1974. The success and longevity of that show is due in part to its continual broadcast on WSM AM, a 50,000 watt radio station. WSM’s strong signal sent country music direct from Nashville, Tennessee to as close to a nationwide audience as possible in pre-television, pre-cable and pre-internet signal days. The Opry may have been the only reason many listeners had ever heard of Nashville in the show’s early years and, probably, through the 1970s.

The Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs classic song Don’t Get Above Your Raisin’ just came into my mind. Let us not forget who brought us to the dance and helped us become the “It” city (whatever that really means). “It” is still music for me.

Fans arriving hours early to see country star Tim McGraw's August, 2015 Nashville concert

Fans arriving hours early to see country star Tim McGraw’s August, 2015 Nashville concert

Click to download Les Kerr's video Contributor. New CD coming soon!

Click to view Les Kerr’s video Contributor. New CD coming soon!




Text and photos copyright 2015 by Les Kerr

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Rambling in the Ryman

One of Porter Wagoner's famous "Nudie" suits on display at the Ryman Auditorium

One of Porter Wagoner’s famous “Nudie” suits on display at the Ryman Auditorium

Last week, I read in my friend Mary Hance’s “Ms. Cheap” column in The Tennessean that the Ryman Auditorium has updated and improved its building tour and added a café on the Fourth Avenue side called Café Lula. A free tour was offered on Sunday and I decided to take it since I attend Downtown Presbyterian Church, just up the street on Fifth Avenue. After church and a potluck lunch in the fellowship hall, I wandered down the hill to the Ryman that bright, sunny afternoon.

Among the things that impressed me when the Ryman was renovated and reopened in 1994 was that the integrity of the building was carefully preserved. That is still the case. Therefore, Café Lula is not in the Ryman itself but just outside it. Had I not just eaten Presbyterian barbecue and appropriate accessories, I would have stopped in for a bite. The café is

Bob Hope and Hank Williams both at the Ryman in 1949.

Bob Hope and Hank Williams both appeared at the Ryman in 1949.

named for Lula Naff, the longtime manager of the Ryman credited for keeping it booked with stars ranging from Roy Rogers to Katherine Hepburn and making it a performance venue whose entertainment lineup rivaled those of Carnegie Hall and other notable theaters.

Those of us who live in Nashville are fortunate to have the opportunity to attend events at the Ryman. Each time I have done so, I have enjoyed seeing the display cases containing memorabilia and posters commemorating the stars who have appeared and presentations that have taken place in that historic building. Now, there is even more to see with larger displays and audio-visual presentations, starting with a ten-minute movie that includes music from Vince Gill, Sheryl Crow, Darius Rucker and the Fisk Jubilee Singers. That is a rousing way to begin a tour.

It is much more comfortable to tour the old building than it was in 1973 when my Pascagoula High School friend Phil Howell and I travelled to Nashville from the Gulf Coast to see the Grand Ole Opry during the last twelve months of its thirty-one year residency at the Ryman. In addition to seeing the Friday and Saturday night Opry shows, we took the tour. The building was not air-conditioned that July, nor had it ever been. But we sweated and marveled at the fact that we were even standing in that hallowed hall. A highlight was when Ramona Jones, wife of long-time Opry member Grandpa Jones, invited everyone to join her on stage to sing “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean,” which she played on her autoharp. “Now, you can say you sang on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry,” she told Phil, the other tourists and me.

Always “The Mother Church of Country Music”

These stained glass windows grace the Ryman Auditorium walls

These stained glass windows grace the Ryman Auditorium walls

I realize that since its inception as Union Gospel Tabernacle in 1892, the building has offered concerts and events that reach far beyond the realm of country music. In the last twenty years, I have personally attended shows there by artists as diverse as one that featured John Prine and Leon Redbone, to performances by Randy Newman, Kris Kristofferson, Glen Campbell, Mary Chapin Carpenter and even the B-52s. All great concerts.

But the building’s popular nickname “The Mother Church of Country Music,” sums it up for me.

Some of the shows that reinforce that reputation happen during the summer Bluegrass series. They bring the Ryman back to the roots of the music for which it is best known. I’m so glad this series is still going strong. Del McCoury will be there tonight, July 2, 2015, as part of it. Over the years, I have seen McCoury, John Hartford, Doc Watson and many others in this acoustically superior theater that complements guitars, banjos and fiddles.

This wonderful building is a true Nashville treasure. Whether you come to the Ryman Auditorium to hear a concert (the Grand Ole Opry is still presented there periodically) or to soak in the atmosphere and take the tour, a visit is well worth it. As Grand Ole Opry founder George D. Hay, “the solemn old judge,” used to say at the close of each Opry show, “That’s all for now, friends…the grasshoppers hop, the eavesdroppers drop while, gently, the old cow slips away…So long, for now!”

This balcony was constructed to accommodate Confederate veterans who gathered for a reunion in 1897

This balcony was constructed to accommodate Confederate veterans who gathered for a reunion in 1897

Text and photos copyright 2015 by Les Kerr

Click to download Les Kerr's new song Contributor from ITunes

Click to download Les Kerr’s new song Contributor from ITunes

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

For the love of beagles

June 19 is the birthday of Creole Belle, my beagle. This is number twelve for her and I’m happy to say she’s doing just fine, thank you. A little more mellow than she was several years ago but she still has plenty of “puppy” in her. I hope you’ll enjoy these thoughts I have posted before about owning beagles. Consider them both advice and a warning if you are thinking inviting one into your life.

My advice to anyone considering a beagle puppy as a pet is to go ahead and name the dog “Dammit” when you get it.   This will save the beagle much confusion throughout its life because, “Dammit,” is how you will end up addressing the animal most of the time.  Having said that, beagles are personable, charming and loyal especially when there is food involved (for them).  They are also extraordinarily energetic and stubborn and they “ain’t nothin’ but hound dogs” once they get on a scent. My definition of a beagle is this: a nose and a tail which are always in motion connected by a stomach that is always hungry.  Funny and frustrating, they are never boring.


In “dog heaven” with Freckles & my two-tone shoes

My first beagle, Freckles, came into my life when I was a pup, myself, on Myrtle Street in Jackson, Mississippi.  Memories of Freckles are fond and, as an only child, I must have found him to be someone to play with and keep up with my own pre-six-year-old energy.  My dad was an accountant and one of his friends found Freckles for us and he certainly kept me busy as a kid.  One day Freckles disappeared and never returned. We always believed he might have gone off after a rabbit or something in the woods that were later removed to make room for Interstate 55.  That taught me in later adult beagle ownership to always have a fence or a pen – a beagle will follow a scent wherever it may lead.

Travis McGee…or “I gave my love a beagle and she married me anyway.” 

When my wife Gail and I were dating and getting serious, I decided that I would give her a beagle.  She already had a big, lovable retriever/something/mix named Gold Rush.  Her beloved dachsund Huey had died so she began to talk about getting an “emergency backup dog” for Gold Rush.  She had a dog pen behind her house, so I knew she loved dogs and had a place to keep another one.  When Gail got home from work one day, I escorted her to the dog pen where I had made a sign that read, “Travis McGee, Salvage Expert.”  And there in the pen was the barking beagle puppy I had named after mystery author John D. MacDonald’s legendary private investigator.

The ever-curious Travis McGee, Salvage Expert

“Salvage expert” was a good job description for Travis because he was, like all beagles, an incessant snoop with his nose always in action.  He proved to be an escape artist by jumping from the roof of his doghouse over the fence of the dog pen.  This happened several times and he always went around the front door of the house, proud of himself, as if to say to us, “Look, I did it again!” After Gail and I married and moved to a house with a fenced-in backyard, he and Gold Rush seemed determined to reach Beijing through one of the many deep holes they dug in the yard.  We had a deck with a built-in bench and Travis would mount it with his back feet on the bench and front feet on the rail and survey the backyard kingdom he and Gold Rush shared.  When he struck that pose, I referred to him as “Captain McGee on the poop deck.”

Once, after he began to get older, he jumped off that deck running at American Pharoah speed chasing who knows what and broke his leg.  After costly surgery, Travis had to wear one of those odd looking cones around his neck to prevent him from bothering his stitches.  Beagles live to sniff and the cone just about drove him crazy because it kept his nose from reaching the ground.  I composed a limerick about his situation:

There was an unfortunate beagle

Who thought he could fly like an eagle

He jumped off the deck

Broke his leg -not his neck

And the vet bill should be deemed illegal.

A diva by any other name

…is the beagle I have now.  The current critter is a little diva named after the Mississippi John Hurt song, “My Creole Belle.” She is the most cheerful, fun-loving dog I have ever seen.  And why wouldn’t she be happy?  Belle acts as if she might brag to other beagles about her “2,200 square-foot air-conditioned and heat-controlled dog house, complete with a butler to provide my every need.”  She’s the first female dog I’ve ever owned and she seems to be far and away more intelligent than Travis was.  That’s good and bad, depending upon what she has a mind to do.  When she was a puppy, I took her to obedience school.  It really worked well because I seem to do everything she wants me to.

My Creole Belle

If it weren’t for Belle, I might never consider things like my blood pressure or what it’s like to sleep until daylight.  But just as those things cross my mind, she’ll do something really funny or curl up beside my desk and snooze away as I work.  The peaceful, loyal office dog, right out of a Norman Rockwell painting or the L.L. Bean catalogue. Who could resist a scene like that?   Then she wakes and howls at a volume that would give a Fender Twin Reverb amplifier a run for its money. Put another dollar in the jukebox, baby, she’s on a roll!

But all in all, it’s like this: Beagles – you gotta love ‘em.  Dammit.

Click to download Les Kerr's new song Contributor from ITunes

Click to download Les Kerr’s new song Contributor from ITunes

Visit and follow Les on Facebook and Twitter.

Text and photos copyright 2012 by Les Kerr.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

The Mississippi-Nashville music connection

This marker is located at 1111 16th Ave. S., Nashville

This marker is located at 1111 16th Ave. S., Nashville

The list of Mississippi musicians and songwriters who have made their way to Nashville over the years would almost stretch the length of the Natchez Trace. The Mississippi Country Music Trail recognized that legacy on June 4, 2015 by unveiling the Mississippi to Nashville marker on Music Row. It was a treat to attend the event acknowledging a path I am proud to have taken in 1987 when I followed the footsteps of fellow Mississippians who moved to Music City to pick, sing and write.

Of particular significance is that the Music Row marker is the first one on this trail planted outside of Mississippi. Visit Mississippi director Malcolm White said that Mississippi Blues Trail markers have been erected in Chicago and even Europe, but this is the first out-of-state plaque on the Country Music Trail. It was a treat to see Malcolm again. He co-founded the well-known

L to r: Malcolm White, Craig Wiseman, Marty Stuart, historian Barry Mazor

L to r: Malcolm White, Craig Wiseman, Marty Stuart, historian Barry Mazor

Jackson, Mississippi music venue Hal and Mal’s and I have been fortunate enough to perform there many times. Now, as director of Visit Mississippi, he is taking the state’s music message far and wide.

It is fitting that the marker’s location is just outside the office/studio of Big Loud Shirt Industries, the brainchild of Mississippi songwriter Craig Wiseman. Wiseman, whose hits include Live Like You were Dying by Tim McGraw and The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney, has written twenty-one Number One songs and has had three hundred songs recorded. Originally from Hattiesburg, Mississippi, he moved to Nashville in 1985.

With his usual flair, Marty Stuart talks about the importance of Mississippi to music as Craig Wiseman watches.

With his usual flair, Marty Stuart talks about the importance of Mississippi to music as Craig Wiseman and Malcolm White watch.

It was also appropriate that Philadelphia, Mississippi native Marty Stuart spoke and helped in the unveiling of the marker. I remember seeing a teenaged Stuart playing mandolin with Lester Flatt and the Nashville Grass in Monticello, Mississippi in 1975. The multi-instrumentalist’s talents, love of country music and Mississippi patriotism have grown larger as the years have passed.

Something else about this marker appeals to me – it recognizes songwriters from Mississippi, as well as artists. Hank Cochran, Johnny Russell, Mac McAnally and Wiseman are there along with Conway Twitty, Charlie Pride and Stuart.

The next time you’re on Music Row, make a point to see its newest point of interest. It doesn’t cost a thing to stop by 1111 16th Avenue South and read both sides of this marker. The back has interesting facts, photos and details about the Mississippi to Nashville connection. Whether you are from Mississippi or not, the names on this marker and the songs they bring to mind will spark some musical memories made possible by the Magnolia State.

Text and photos copyright 2015 by Les Kerr.

Click to download Les Kerr's new song Contributor from ITunes

Click to download Les Kerr’s new song Contributor from ITunes

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments