Saturday, July 15, 2006
Today Is Faron Young Day
I adore celebrity stuff not affiliated with Tom Cruise or Brangelina.
It's like the Porter/Dolly thing. Love it. The boxer wearing thing would make my whole day.
It was the fun part of living in Nashville. I saw Dolly Parton at Rivergate Mall about twenty years ago sans make-up. Celebrities are left alone most of the time, as it should be. If I'm allowed to go out shopping looking like a goat, then Dolly should too. (And NO, she didn't look like a goat. She looked lovely.)
Nashville was fun. I miss living there.
The thing is, I think my favorite celebrity sighting has to do with Faron Young.
When he owned, ironically, The Young Building, I would love to ride up the elevator with him. He was an old curmudgeon and talked non-stop in this surly manner that sort of terrified me.
He usually was in the cups, but he was nice to me and I liked him. Saw him fight a tourist once.
Good times.
A woman who works in the business next door to the paper tells me tons of Willie Nelson stories. Now, I love me some Willie and I love listening to her tell stories of when she worked at Emerald and where he recorded. I'm a bit older than her, and I used to work at a studio named Stargem which is no longer around.
We have tales.
And we ain't telling all of them.
So I declare today Faron Young day for no other reason than I want to.
I credit Sista Smiff for leading me down memory lane. She has much better stories than I do.
Much better.
¶ 7/15/2006 11:15:00 AM 
I adore celebrity stuff not affiliated with Tom Cruise or Brangelina.
It's like the Porter/Dolly thing. Love it. The boxer wearing thing would make my whole day.
It was the fun part of living in Nashville. I saw Dolly Parton at Rivergate Mall about twenty years ago sans make-up. Celebrities are left alone most of the time, as it should be. If I'm allowed to go out shopping looking like a goat, then Dolly should too. (And NO, she didn't look like a goat. She looked lovely.)
Nashville was fun. I miss living there.
The thing is, I think my favorite celebrity sighting has to do with Faron Young.
When he owned, ironically, The Young Building, I would love to ride up the elevator with him. He was an old curmudgeon and talked non-stop in this surly manner that sort of terrified me.
He usually was in the cups, but he was nice to me and I liked him. Saw him fight a tourist once.
Good times.
A woman who works in the business next door to the paper tells me tons of Willie Nelson stories. Now, I love me some Willie and I love listening to her tell stories of when she worked at Emerald and where he recorded. I'm a bit older than her, and I used to work at a studio named Stargem which is no longer around.
We have tales.
And we ain't telling all of them.
So I declare today Faron Young day for no other reason than I want to.
I credit Sista Smiff for leading me down memory lane. She has much better stories than I do.
Much better.
¶ 7/15/2006 11:15:00 AM
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My parents once went to a Faron Young show. They still talk about how disappointed they were. He sang two songs, then went into the audience and drank the rest of his show ... listening to his band perform.
Did you read Cash's last book? THE BEST Faron stories ever. It should be made into a movie....Faron was cremated, right? His son calls Cash and asks if they can scatter his remains off their dock on the lake. So, they go out there to scatter Faron. Problem was, it was a windy day and instead of going into the lake, Faron flew back towards the cars. Cash had to use his windshield wipers to get him off the window. Read the book. The story about Faron's wreck...ya just gotta read it.
Incidentally, Faron's daughter, Alana, worked with me at the HOF. She looked exactly like him, cept with long hair.
My Faron story...the only one...one time when I was a little kid, I woke up and looked out our sliding glass door and there was this great, powder blue cadillac sitting in our driveway. It wasn't til I was grown that I knew who it belonged to and how it got there.
The Biffer had been at some sort of "function" the night before and the Sheriff apparently had too much to drink. (Shocker) Biff drove him home and the blue caddy spent the night in our driveway.
Only Faron story I have. One I never met but goodness, I've heard enough stories about. Poor Faron.
Incidentally, Faron's daughter, Alana, worked with me at the HOF. She looked exactly like him, cept with long hair.
My Faron story...the only one...one time when I was a little kid, I woke up and looked out our sliding glass door and there was this great, powder blue cadillac sitting in our driveway. It wasn't til I was grown that I knew who it belonged to and how it got there.
The Biffer had been at some sort of "function" the night before and the Sheriff apparently had too much to drink. (Shocker) Biff drove him home and the blue caddy spent the night in our driveway.
Only Faron story I have. One I never met but goodness, I've heard enough stories about. Poor Faron.
To quote Lewis Grizzard:
"My third wife took my Faron Young albums. A woman who will take your Faron Young albums will cut you."
Thus endeth the lesson.
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"My third wife took my Faron Young albums. A woman who will take your Faron Young albums will cut you."
Thus endeth the lesson.
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