George Strait live from Gilley’s Pasadena, Texas
Aired January 12th and 13th, 1985 / Recorded 1984 (x)
George Strait, Dick Clark, Reba McEntire, and Randy Owen in this undated photo
Sun shines, clouds rain
Train whistles blow and guitars play
Preachers preach, farmers plow
Wishes go up and the world goes round
And I love you, it just comes natural
▶ George Strait: “My Life’s Been Grand”
“My life’s been grand / I been a hand at livin’ it up all the way / I’ve had good times and bad times and hard times and done time / But life’s been a blessing every day”
George Strait: “Red River Valley” [The Horse Whisperer (Original Soundtrack)] video upload by luella812
George Strait on songwriting, interview from 1983
[Fast-forward to now and Strait has written 7 of the 11 tunes on his 39th album Here For A Good Time]
Time for a rant → Props to Mr. Strait…although I’ve never understood why people place so much importance on whether a singer is a songwriter as well. I mean it’s cool if the singer has a knack for it, but is that really how people experience music? Is that really what goes through people’s minds while they’re listening to a song? Is that why people like music????
Personally, I don’t listen to a song and think, “I wonder if he/she wrote this??” I’m too busy enjoying the song. If it’s good, it’s good - regardless as to whether the singer was the one who penned it or not. Sure, I can find that information out, but that’s outside of the actual “listening+enjoying” of a song. Its trivia, it’s unnecessary. It just becomes a soulless musical experience when a person is all about who wrote what, who played what, who produced it, etc. And to me, people who enjoy it that way I wonder if they’d also somehow find some worth in, “Who drove them to the studio?” “What they ate and who made it?” hahaha X3
By the way, even legendary singer-songwriters like Willie Nelson have great songs that they themselves did not write (“Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”), but that doesn’t remove from its greatness one bit. I mean Patsy Cline didn’t write a single one of her songs, but one would never deny her greatness, and if they did, well their opinion is a giant fuckin’ turd.
Garth Brooks summoned the big guns to usher him into the Country Music Hall of Fame Sunday evening (Oct. 21) in Nashville, and they flocked to his cause like farmers to a barn-raising.
James Taylor, Bob Seger and George Strait each took his turn at paying tribute to the best-selling solo recording artist in history by singing one of his hits to an audience that packed the Hall of Fame’s Ford Theater.
The cheering sections for Brooks’ fellow Hall of Fame inductees — Grand Ole Opry star Connie Smith and the enduring A-team session pianist Hargus “Pig” Robbins — were not too shabby, either, featuring as they did Ronnie Dunn, Crystal Gayle, Gene Watson, Ronnie Milsap, Lee Ann Womack, the Whites and the Quebe [pronounced KWAY-bee] Sisters Band.
This annual event is officially known as the “Medallion Ceremony” because an engraved Country Music Hall of Fame medallion is placed around the neck of each recipient as the final step in his or her induction.
A crowd of fans gathered behind police barriers on Demonbreun Street to witness the arrival of celebrities and dignitaries that started at 4 in the afternoon.
Unlike previous ceremonies, which began with a two-hour cocktail party, this edition scheduled the party after the inductions. Even so, there were uniformed waiters offering glasses of red and white wine to guests and artists as they arrived.
Inside the theater, while the first few guests wandered in to find their seats, Merle Haggard stood at a lectern beside the stage, adjusting to the Teleprompter and running through the remarks he would give later on to welcome Smith. “I feel a close kinship with her because we’ve recorded each other’s songs,” he uttered to a mostly empty room.
Haggard then wandered over to chat with steel guitarist Paul Franklin, who sat waiting for the other band members to assemble.
On the opposite side of the room, Gayle and her husband-manager Bill Gatzimos eased down the stairs unobtrusively and disappeared into the green room.
Strait, a last-minute substitute for George Jones, who was originally designated to induct Brooks, sauntered out to the lectern to be led through his paces. Once done with that, he stepped over to greet Haggard, clapping him companionably on the shoulder.
Seger emerged from the green room and took his seat at the end of the fourth row.