Hank Williams, Bill Monroe, Grand Ole Opry discussed on Not Too Shabby

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All right. And we got this new recording from Woman named any sunshine in the notice. There's a song on here called the Ghost of Hank Williams. I know so we had never Actually done a whole lot there quite a few bluegrass songs or songs to come across that I'm talking about the death of a Hank Williams. And because Hank is Country Music Hall of Fame and Songwriters Hall of Fame, he's even in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He influenced so many Rock'n'roll songwriters and was on New Year's Day in 1953. That he had a heart attack while he was on his way to a gig. And passed away and reminded me that Bill Monroe and actually written I'm Blue. I'm lonesome. He and Hank wrote that song together and Think Bill was one of the last people on the Grand Ole Opry who talked to Hank Williams. Hank had been kicked out. Of the grand all that because too much drinking and remember he was. AH, Here's a bit about that from Richard Smith's book on the Life of Bill Monroe, Father of bluegrass. Um, Richard writes this, he says one night in December, 1952 word circulated backstage at the Opry that Hank Williams was in the alley behind the Rheiman sitting in his car. Is he sober was the immediate question. The answer, of course, was no sewn on the Opry Stars went out to greet him, with one exception. Bill Monroe ventured out into the winter cold. The windows of the Cadillac. We're fogged up. But Williams, who was sitting in the back seat, recognized Monroe and rolled down the window. Monroe was shocked at what he saw. Williams is so tiny that he looked as if he was all folded up a wasted man. Nothing but bones. His ashen face seemed no bigger than the hand that Monroe extended to him. Bill said, Hang shaking hands. I ain't got a friend at the Grand Ole Opry. Nobody but you. Nobody here cares about me. Within a few weeks, Williams was dead in the back seat of that car. Happy stars would spurn Williams at December night were soon out in force at this funeral, singing his praises. So it kind of reminds me of the connection between Hank Williams and bluegrass. He was he was what Mark Newton called Hillbilly Hemingway. Pencil and paper, brown Bottle blues. He wrote it down, but there was nothing left to lose Alabama soul Watch it. Thorne and Frank, another lonely drifter who never found way, Billy heavy weight. Third d motion four down of its hard death of his hands and swept the notes off his guitar on the baby here, Elijah Taste of.

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