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Gonna Grab Tomorrow Now
No Depression
BY JOE NICK PATOSKI
September-October 2004
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| Gonna Grab Tomorrow Now. Photograph by Jim Herrington |
Willie Nelson may not alive forever, merely sometimes it seems that way.
LUCK, Texas, isn't every bit easy to observe equally information technology used to be. Development has sprawled the entire 25 miles from downtown Austin to this idyllic piffling spot in the Loma Country near Lake Travis where Willie Nelson created his ain universe more than than ii decades ago. The old corner store that was one time a landmark is now a banking concern. The entrance gate is practically lost among the McMansions and ranchettes that take sprouted upwards.
This fact of life is not lost on the guy in the Willie Nelson T-shirt driving the mower over the fairway of the Briarcliff Country Gild. After providing directions to a wayward tourist, he wisecracks, "Welcome to Oak Colina," referring to the suburb fifteen miles closer to the city.
Withal, at that place's enough acreage surrounding Luck that one time you stumble onto the dirt main street, you realize Willie Nelson'due south abode base is safely in a zone of its own. The cowboy town of imitation buildings – including a feed shop, barn, gunsmith, church, and bathhouse – hasn't changed much since it was built for the picture Ruby-red Headed Stranger in the early 1980s. Unchanged, simply deteriorated to the signal that Luck today looks less like an Former Due west pic set up and more like a real 20th century pocket-size town in Texas that is drying upward and blowing away. Whatever it is, it is Willie'south World. The rest of us are just visiting.
I had come for my last sit down-down with Willie Hugh Nelson. I'd been writing about him since I hit Austin in 1973, a year after he did. I've spent the ensuing years listening, watching, and observing him as he played shows on flatbed trucks, in drive-in movie theaters (with Paul Simon sitting in, no less), in amphitheaters, in performing arts halls, and at too many July 4th Picnics to count. Somewhere forth the manner, the goggle box appearances, movie roles, and inductions to diverse halls of fame added upwards to Willie achieving some kind of sainthood, with just enough speed-crazed hustlers, soulful used-car salesmen, and honest-to-Sam-Houston characters to keep me engaged.
Like Austin, Willie too has changed along the way. He came to the game every bit a songwriter. Some say that particular skill brutal by the wayside decades ago – that he'south sliding by on cruise command, that he hasn't written a memorable song in years. And nevertheless, in the midst of all his albums of cover songs, tribute songs, collaborative affairs with high-profile buddies, television specials, and films, he's nonetheless continued to write songs – including an antiwar protest number that briefly stirred up a hornet's nest of controversy late last year. Not to mention enough straight-ahead country tunes to justify a full-blown anthology that may exist his best piece of work in ages (It Volition Always Be, due October 26 on Lost Highway).
But fifty-fifty if he hadn't written a line in a quarter-century and decided to follow the path of Fats Domino – who in one case reasoned he didn't need to write another song because he already had more than plenty hits to perform in concert -Willie would justify a visit just considering he's Willie. After all, he personifies the outlaw movement that presaged altcountry. He'southward the 1 credited for putting Austin and Texas Music on the map. He's a pop culture icon, bandanas, pigtails, running shoes and all, the one Texan more popular than George Bush. He's the gold standard for Texas marijuana: If it'south Willie weed, i.east. pot fit for him, it's top-of-the-line bud. And he'southward only mysterious and mystical plenty to proceed everyone guessing. Y'all never know what you'll find when y'all're in Luck.
That said, we're both old enough to be lucky just to be alive.
He'southward 71. I'one thousand 53.We've both done a pretty off-white job taking care of ourselves. While Waylon kept roaring until a few years earlier his expiry in 2002 at historic period 64, Willie quit the powder and the partying back when he was nearly my historic period. These days, drinking means h2o more often than whiskey. His biggest vice remains his appreciation of the sweet smoke.
Change at this stage of the game unremarkably means some kind of diminishment, and in the case of Willie, the blackness cast on his left arm was a big red flag. Carpal tunnel syndrome, the repetitive motion injury of the calculator age, had finally gotten to him. He had scrunched and contorted his fretting hand into chords on his dilapidated guitar, Trigger, one time likewise many. The surgery that was required to set up the problem knocked him off he route for the first fourth dimension since… well, forever.
But it wasn't just him who was hurting and hobbled.
His friend Ray Charles had passed away five days before. Willie's drummer and lifelong partner in criminal offence and other adventures, Paul English (of "Me And Paul" fame), can't make information technology through an entire show anymore. Paul's son, Baton English, carries the load when information technology comes to keeping the beat. Another drummer during Willie'southward outlaw glory days, Rex Ludwick, passed on earlier in the year, his life cutting short from too much drinking. Even the title of Nelson's new CD, It Will Always Be, particularly the runway "Tired", suggests loss and resignation.
So Mr. On the Route Again had been forced to accommodate to the sedentary life off the road. Not that his ring minded – 220 dates the previous yr were a few as well many for some of his players, all of whom except Paul are younger than Willie.
I thought I'd done my last interview with him five years ago, when he drove me around Luck in his pickup truck and I defenseless him off guard when I asked whether in that location were times when he got tired of being Willie. His response -"Not really, but if I do, I go and hide" – said a lot. He's very much a public figure who enjoys his station in life. Wouldn't y'all enjoy information technology if everyone around you acts glad to see you lot and showers you with compliments? But he's besides human enough to enjoy his privacy and the opportunity to chill whenever he can.
Ii years ago, I went to the well i more time, speaking to him past telephone while he was on his fashion to play a testify in Nebraska for a club possessor friend who was down on his luck. That really, really, really was my very concluding Willie story, I idea. What else was there for me to ask? What else was there for him to say?
That'southward what I got for thinking.
BETWEEN releasing It Volition Always Be, performing relentlessly, recording prolifically, appearing in commercials and TV specials, plotting more film roles, speaking out on behalf of family farmers, Dennis Kucinich and marijuana, and writing one of the showtime protest songs against the war in Republic of iraq, Willie is living 10 lives at once. The most stunning example is the new album, a full-blown, land-of-the-art polished piece of work that rings with clarity and purpose like his recordings of xxx years ago.
Keen for an old fart who's supposed to be in his autumn years.
I walked into the saloon that's the official Luck World Headquarters, but the room was empty and silent relieve for the hushed sound from CNN on the big screen at the end of the bar.
Willie wasn't there. Only Willie was everywhere.
Every foursquare inch of space on the walls was covered with 40 years' worth of Willie memorabilia. There were photos of sis Bobbie, Johnny Bush-league, and Ray Cost. Two Roy Rogers kiddie guitars were propped backside the bar. The Old Whiskey River Kentucky Straight neon sign shared infinite in ane corner with bleached cow skulls. Movie posters advertised Red Headed Stranger, Texas Guns and Barbarosa. A photo of Willie on a golf course flanked by Darrell Thou. Purple, the storied University of Texas football double-decker, Mack Brown, the current UT coach, and hometown golf star Ben Crenshaw vividly illustrated his exalted function as one of Texas' living treasures. He is clearly non averse to the thought of being Willie.
Someone once wondered aloud how weird it must exist, sitting in the centre of your own personal universe, surrounded by photos, posters, neon, and trinkets all about you. Merely when "you" is Willie, it doesn't seem so strange. The edifice with the creaky wooden floors – recently outfitted with air workout – is more like his playhouse. There's a puddle table up front, a chess table over to the side, a Bose radio behind the bar, a CMT manager'southward chair on the floor. In that location's a pocket-size room in back where Willie can behave a guitar pull or record a picking session on a whim. At that place'south always old friends such every bit Ben Dorsey, Pecker McDavid, David Zettner or Freddy Powers nearby to hang with, or to pick with.
Outside the saloon, I constitute Rusty and Ed, who were doing busy piece of work around the premises. Ed said Willie was probably on the bus, where he really likes to hang when he wants to lay low. Just Willie wasn't there, either. A crew of iv was busily renovating the interior (as if the tricked-out rolling mini-mansion needed an upgrade). "Willie was expecting you," one renovator said. "Only not for another four hours. You might check at the recording studio."
Rusty led the style to the Pedernales Recording Studio in a battered RV. Nosotros hadn't gotten downwardly the loma and outside the main gate toward Willie's golf class before Freddy Fletcher, the studio owner who is Bobbie Nelson's son and Willie Nelson's nephew, pulled alongside, rolled down the window of a black Mercedes, and said, "Hidy."
A muddy Chevy pickup pulled behind the Mercedes. It was Freddy'due south uncle, smiling from ear to ear. He was dressed for summer in a black straw western chapeau with a dangling lanyard and a black tank pinnacle shirt hanging loosely over his running shorts and running shoes.
We caravanned back to the autobus long plenty for Willie to determine maybe that wasn't the all-time place to sit and visit. So nosotros headed dorsum to Luck.
"How's it been going?" I asked equally we walked into the saloon.
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| Willie Nelson in the sanctuary of his tour omnibus on Rodeo Bulldoze, Los Angeles, Ca, July 2004. Photo by Jim Herrington |
"It's perfect," he said, his green-brown optics twinkling, illuminating the scruffy white beard and long mane of hair flowing out of his lid to below his shoulders. "It couldn't be any meliorate."
I got a closeup of the cast on his left arm. Willie was property it close to his chest like a gimp. The other hand juggled a tall Starbucks cup and a big fatty articulation.
"Pull upwards a chair," he said after we walked inside. He went around to the other side of the bar and pulled upwardly a stool, assuming the part of a bartender ready to manipulate whatever wisdom and communication was needed. He fired up the fatty in his good hand.
Perfect? Only the hand…
"Oh, it's getting better. I've had to get some assistance, simply I'm back to where I can roll," he allowed, passing the hemp bomber beyond the bar. "Some of my therapy is rolling and it's getting pretty good. This is the longest that I oasis't played the guitar. It's still painful and sore and I'm not really jonesing to get back up there. I'd beloved to play, but I want information technology to experience good when I practice, and I want to exist able to play equally good as I played the last time."
He didn't really have a choice but to accept a break. "The last couple years, it was so painful, I was kind of dreading the next show," he explained. "It was getting worse and worse, getting numb. I'd wake upwardly and it would go to sleep. I found out there's hundreds of thousands and millions of people that are going through this same thing, all over the world. I was only talking to a mandolin actor awhile agone over on the golf course, a big ole boy. He had this aforementioned operation dorsum in the '80s. He said it takes time, merely he was back picking in awhile and he's still doing it."
The surgery shut down the testify. "I couldn't come across going out with a hand mike," he said. "I'm not proverb I won't?' [He did but that at his Fourth of July Picnic in Fort Worth earlier going dorsum on hiatus in grooming for a scheduled bout of minor-league baseball game parks with Bob Dylan in August.] "If things don't get well, and so I might be hiring out equally a singer," he chuckled. "I've done that before. It's like shooting fish in a barrel, you know." He can sing with the best of them, as he's demonstrated by pairing upwards with folks such as Ray Charles, Frank Sinatra, and Julio Iglesias. Merely Willie watchers know that's non the whole Willie. Fifty-fifty he acknowledged that.
"Songwriting is the easiest affair for me to do," he said. "It requires less effort and less thought than what it takes to learn what Django [Reinhardt, the gypsy guitarist] did on that last record. Writing's first. And I love to perform. I savour the interaction between us and them. That's good for your ego. It keeps you going and going back again. Me and the band, we enjoy being out in that location and we enjoy working. And nosotros come home and we enjoy this for a niggling while. But nosotros become ready to become back pretty quick. Everybody who knows united states knows that'due south the way we are, even our wives and kids."
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Then he startled me past acknowledging he was mortal.
"It'due south kind of like you lot stopped a large train for a minute. It gives everybody a fourth dimension to terminate and recall, 'Whatsoever this is, is not going to terminal forever.' So we might as well enjoy the remainder and accept it as far every bit we can."
I had no reason to uncertainty him. All I needed to do was await into his optics.
Those watery, soulful, puppy dog eyes have served him well.
Kevin Connor, who hosted an impromptu Willie radio functioning with reggae legend Toots Hibbert on the lawn of Austin's 4 Seasons Hotel during the Southward By Southwest festival in March, related how afterward the prove, he walked up to Willie to thank him, and was immediately stopped in his tracks by Willie's optics. "He didn't need to say a word. He said all he needed to say with his eyes," Connor said.
Information technology'southward a similar ascertainment to the i Eddie Wilson fabricated 32 years earlier, when Willie and Paul English language showed upwardly at the beer garden of the Armadillo World Headquarters to talk almost doing a gig at the hippie rock emporium that would become the foundation of Austin music. "Although he was in a house total of strangers, a few enlightened folks recognized him and approached him in awe," Wilson said. "I so observed a trait that has been consequent throughout his career: He suffers fools gladly, and equally long every bit someone'southward talking to him, he does not suspension center contact. It's a quality I've seen in just two other people – [old Texas governor] Ann Richards when being talked to by children, and Muhammad Ali when he'due south talking to girls."
Grant Alden told me he regards Willie as Yoda, the all-knowing, ancient and revered Jedi master of the Star Wars trilogy. Somehow that doesn't quite square with the flashes of a Baptist preacher conducting a tent revival that flare up sometimes when he's playing a show. I regard him as more of a Zen cowboy, always at peace residing in the moment, but ready to ride and shoot at the drop of a hat. He moves through the globe equally if bulletproof; even the IRS couldn't burst the bubble. There's more than a petty Perfect World in the whole danged concept of Luck, Texas, designed for the inner kid hungering to play Cowboys & Indians. "Hey, let'due south become shoot 'em up!" "Hey, allow'south go rob the bank!" The street'south long enough to re-create High Noon on a whim. And it's e'er 4:20 somewhere in Luck.
IN TRUTH, Nelson is a flawed effigy. He's on his third family and his 4th married woman, non exactly a surprise given his penchant for staying on the route. His life history is tailor-fabricated for a country song, back when country was called land & western and really sounded similar it. He and Sis Bobbie were abased past their parents as kids. They were raised by kinfolk. He grew up a hustler, just scraping by. He knocked around Fort Worth, a wannabe salesman attracted to the used car salesmen – real salesmen who could sell y'all the shirt off your own dorsum – and through them became familiar with the Dixie Mafia. (At that place are stories about Roger Miller and Willie working as bellhops at the Hotel Texas that indicate he was no stranger to hustling illicit vices.) He learned music from Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys, who ably demonstrated fourth dimension and again how to put on a show and dance (fast song, fast song, slow song). He learned the business of music as a disc jockey, debuting on KBOP in Pleasanton southeast of San Antonio.
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| For the Practiced Times: Willie and Waylon jubilant willi's 60th birthday at Antone'south in Austin, Tx 1993. Photograph by John Carrico. |
His entry into showbiz was playing in bands such as Paul Buskirk & His Footling Men and Larry Butler's grouping before joining up as a Cherokee Cowboy behind Ray Cost, the honeydripper vocalist who epitomized countrypolitan, the hybrid sound that was too smooth, too swinging and too hip to qualify as direct country. In the early 1960s he came into his own equally a songwriter with "Crazy" (Patsy Cline's signature piece), "Howdy Walls" (Faron Immature'southward signature slice), "Night Life" (a archetype for Ray Price and B.B. King), and "Funny How Time Slips Away" (which made the career of rhythm & blues crooner Joe Hinton) – just non before he learned the hard style near publishing, royalties, and composer credits. He sold the rights for "Dark Life" and "Family unit Bible" (a peak-10 state hit in 1960 for Claude Greyness) for $50 each, figuring he could always write another song.
He was ambitious enough to front end his own band, and made a comfortable living recording small hits, covering his own compositions on the road, and dabbling in television. For a spell in the late 1960s, he hosted his own weekly variety idiot box show in Fort Worth, live from Panther Hall. Merely the organization didn't much care. He was valued for his songwriting skills, not his performing or recording talents. It was telling and then that he was a cool daddy by Nashville standards, favoring a razorcut hairdo, golf shirts, tight slacks and Italian loafers – about equally outside the mainstream as i could get in Nashville those days.
Somewhere along the fashion, he got full of the Music Urban center mainstream, the assemblyline product of hits, and the direct life. It didn't aid that his house had burned down. So he came back to Texas, for the gig money, for the familiarity of habitation turf, and for the belated Lone Star version of San Francisco that was going down in Austin. Long pilus and cowboy boots were of a sudden cool. Beer and pot were held in equal regard. Recent arrivals including Doug Sahm, Michael Spud, Jerry Jeff Walker, and Freda & the Firedogs were breaking down traditional music barriers. Rock and folk were sounding twangy. Country was morphing into something else. Audiences could perfectly understand Willie'southward ring breaking into an extended 20-minute jam on "Whiskey River"; after all, they'd heard the Grateful Dead and the Allman Brothers Ring.
Whether it was being in the right place at the right time or finally growing into the role of Willie, he proceeded to lead a movement chapeau signaled a shift in pop music and marked the beginning of a continuum. He wrote in song cycles, as heard on 1971'due south Yesterday's Wine his concluding Nashville anthology), 1973's Shotgun Willie, 1974's Phases And Stages, and ultimately 1975's Red Headed Stranger. Even if the songs weren't all jewels, he was nix if not prolific. David Zettner told the story walking into a Nashville motel room and finding him passed out with sheets of newspaper strewn nearly. The sheets contained the words to "Shotgun Willie", written in a unmarried frenzy of inspiration.
Past covering a collection of popular standards northward 1978 for Stardust, still his acknowledged album, he transcended country and left Nelson backside, evolving into a general all-purpose icon with a unmarried name: Willie.
It'southward been 26 years of smooth operating over since.
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His condolement level has allowed him to indulge in the weirder side of life. He's an avid reader of America'southward near documented psychic, Edward Cayce, and can quote from Cayce'due south writings. There was a fourth dimension when a psychic surgeon hung around with the Family, performing healing "operations." He enjoys listening to paranormal radio host Art Bell every bit much as his pal Merle Haggard does.
The size of his extended Family unit is nowhere what information technology was back in the glory days. Dorsum when, his entourage swelled into the hundreds. These days, the Family unit has been reduced to the core of his band (Mickey Raphael, Bea Spears, Paul English, Billy English language, sister Bobbie); his crew, headed past Poodie Locke (who also runs what amounts to Willie's ain personal beer joint, Poodie's Hilltop, for those times when he needs to reconnect with what brung him to the large dance); and a chosen few close personal friends.
He doesn't seem to miss leading a bigger parade. Life is much more manageable at this juncture. He's flexible and nimble enough to option and choose his spots. He spends almost as much time on the Hawaiian isle of Maui as he does in Luck or on the road, in one of the most beautiful spots on i of the most cute islands in the world. That's where his electric current brood – wife Annie and his youngest kids – lives these days.
"It'south for my boys who are growing up," he says of the Maui homestead. "They were born around here. And then we moved over at that place. They've gone to the Montessori school here and now they go to the Montessori schoolhouse over there. They're doing great. It'south like another small little town. I have a lot of friends in that location. Don Nelson, the motorbus of the Dallas Mavericks, is a good friend of mine and we play golf over there all the fourth dimension. He'south real skilful and has a lot of coin. So he doesn't mind losing. I say he doesn't mind. He can afford to lose. I'yard certain he minds. We're more or less back down toward Hana. Me and Kris [Kristofferson] used to ride a lot over by the Hana Ranch. He was living there at the fourth dimension. Me and my family unit would stay there and we'd ride over. Saddle upward every day and get out and ride. It had 3,000 acres to ride on there."
WHICH MAKES it all the more than unusual that he appears to be willing to put the sweet life on concord and gear up to promote It Will Always Be. Maybe it's because it's the first album in awhile to concur its own against his 1970s classics. Or maybe it's largely because of the sense of finality it conveys. There's no fairy dust, no Rob Thomas or disco whistles, but a drove of songs – 3 of them his – done straight abroad. "Tired", co-written by Toby Keith and Chuck Cannon, may infer weariness, but the title track (1 of the Willie originals) reassures. Several cuts are straight-ahead classic land songs, especially "I Didn't Come Here (And I Ain't Leaving)" and "Big Boody". He excels all-time every bit the ladies' human, performing spot-on duets with daughter Paula Nelson (who wrote the vocal they sing, "Be That Equally Information technology May"), Norah Jones (bringing out her sultriness and jazz strengths in a way her last recording did non), and Lucinda Williams (getting low, lean and wanting on her song "Over Time"). Lucinda and Norah may be the truest Willie disciples of all, applying outsider thinking to recording and performing.
The irony is that Information technology Will Always Be is a classic Nashville product. The Family unit Band stayed home for this one, with the exception of harmonica role player Mickey Raphael. Willie ran downward the list of songs he wanted to exercise with producer James Stroud, who lined upwardly a land-of-Music City roster of studio musicians (including guitarist Brent Mason, keyboardists Matt Rollings and Steve Nathan, bassists Glenn Worf and Michael Rhodes, drummers Shannon Forrest and Eddie Bayers, and steel guitarist Dan Dugmore) Willie walked in and laid down scratch vocals, then did the serious vocals dorsum at his Pedernales studio.
"That has a lot to do with the songs themselves, and the arrangements, and the ring that James Stroud put together," Willie said. "Those guys are nifty. They played 'Big Boody' and they turned around and played with Norah Jones. Those guys are that good. The tracks were cut in Nashville and brought hither. I went in and did my vocals over in the studio. And so they took the tapes back to Nashville and Norah came in and recorded, my daughter went in and sang, and so did Lucinda. It sounded great."
He admitted that going back to Nashville broke the typical Willie anti-formula formula. "It was all washed kind of different than I normally practice things. Usually, we merely get over and gear up up and play. Simply James Stroud is a proficient producer. That'southward where he shines. I had to put together the songs. He knew the musicians to call. I sent him a scratch vocal of some things, then he knew how it was supposed to go. He played it for the band. Those guys could get the feel of anything.
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| Pedernales Studio, 1996. Photograph by Jim Carrico. |
"Information technology'due south kind of a 'the-best-of' situation because I get to sit down here in Austin out in the woods and sing with the great musicians out of Nashville, and I don't accept to wing all the fashion up at that place. It almost sounds like adulterous to practise it that mode. But with all the new high-tech things they accept, they can do it OK. There'due south always a group of guys in Nashville who are the hottest thing going. And if you're a good producer and really on meridian of it, you know who they are."
Since he'due south Willie, he was even able to get Carbohydrate Hill Records to agree to hold back the gospel anthology he recorded with his sister (tentatively titled Farther Along and originally scheduled for summertime release, it's been pushed to an as-yet undetermined date), and to rush Lost Highway'due south September 14 release of the DVD of Willie Nelson & Friends: Outlaws And Angels (a superstar concert with Jerry Lee Lewis, Merle Haggard, Bob, Dylan, Kid Stone and others that he taped in Los Angeles last bound for a Memorial Solar day special on the USA Network).
"Those folks at Lost Highway, they've been good," he said, "so I desire to try to give them a good shot." But Mr. Practicality is hardly wedded to the Nashville assembly-line concept. Given his druthers, he prefers the recording process be kept simple. The attitude reflects the truth that for all the other attributes heaped upon him, Willie is first and foremost a player. And players want to play, not waste material time setting up. Emotion trumps applied science whatever twenty-four hours.
"I'm lazy," he laughed. "Then naturally, I like to go right dorsum into the studio there," he said, nodding to the minor spare room, no more than fifteen anxiety square. "That's where nosotros did Rainbow Connectedness and the Ray Price album [last year's Grammy-nominated Run That By Me I More Time, his first duet anthology in 23 years with his 77-year-old mentor]. Information technology's just piece of cake to do. We all gather effectually similar a radio show in there and sing and play around a unmarried microphone.
"I enjoy both ways of making a record. Doing information technology this way with a guy like James Stroud, Fries Moman, or Fred Foster or someone similar that, you turn everything over to him. You gather and say, "These are the songs I want to do and here's how I want to do them. Next matter you know, y'all're doing them in the studio. I enjoy that. On the other mitt, I relish taking the band or David Zettner and exercise it elementary."
The large studio down the road, Pedernales – which he lost in 1990 when he was striking with a heavy bill by the IRS, then bought dorsum 2 years later with a footling help from his friends – is busier than e'er. "Nosotros got Pat Green in in that location now," Freddy Fletcher said of the third-generation Texas country outlaw. And Geffen's mixing down some rap group. Don't inquire me."
Merely Willie can walk in whenever he gets a whim?
"It's getting harder," Fletcher smiled. "But we manage to move things effectually to get him in."
"Having your own studio has its positives and negatives," Willie said. "The proficient thing is, you lot can become do anything y'all want to, anytime yous want to. The bad part is you tin't put them out, you know, because you tin only put so many things out."
Like, say, more than 2,000 finished tracks in the can. Some are with Shelby Lynne ("She can sing. God, she tin can sing"), some with fiddle maestro Johnny Gimble, several albums' worth with Merle Haggard, and endless others with his cutting and putting partner David Zettner. "We're nonetheless stumbling beyond things we have over there," he says.
Which explained why he'due south in no rush to do more than. "I don't want to tape right at present," he said. "I don't desire to tape until I tin play."
TWO DAYS later our talk, Willie played at Ray Charles' funeral in Los Angeles, performing Charles' signature slice, "Georgia On My Mind", the official state song of Georgia. Willie could hardly get through the performance. His vox intermittently cracked with emotion; he sounded spent and very, very blue. But B.B. King broke up while performing during the service too.
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| It Was A Very Good Yr: Willie Nelson and Ray Charles. Photograph courtesy Rhino Domicile Video. |
The bond was cemented long earlier Willie ever met Blood brother Ray. "I was playing clubs in Houston dorsum when 'What'd I Say?' and 'Don't Let The Sun Catch Y'all Crying' were large," he recalls. "I loved him, all those songs. Jimmy Mean solar day could play any Ray Charles song," he adds, referring to his longtime pal and steel guitar legend who died in 1999. The impact Charles made with the release of Modern Sounds In Land And Western Music in 1962 was not unlike what Willie did to state with Shotgun Willie and Stardust a decade later legitimizing the music to the outside world equally a cool sound that had soul.
A close friend said Charles was Willie's hero. It showed when he talked virtually him. "Nosotros played chess a lot," Willie said. "He kicked my donkey more than one time and enjoyed it, I guess, better than anybody. We was playing downward hither one time, we'd done a show together and he was staying over at a hotel. I went over to visit him and he invited me to play chess. I said, 'Certain.' And I kind of thought to myself, 'OK, I'll play chess.' The hallway was nice and bright and everything. We walked into where the tabular array was and saturday down. And not a light on anywhere. Then Ray brought out his chess set. All the pieces were the same color. It was a Braille chess ready, where he could feel the pieces and play. And he kicked my ass actually bad. Of form, in the nighttime, information technology's hard to play. I fabricated him promise me the next time we'd turn on some lights.
"We talked a little bit virtually music whenever it came time to decide what we wanted to do together. I could be in 1 country and he could exist in another. Whenever they asked him what he wanted to practice, he'd say, 'Whatever Willie wants to exercise. Have Willie call me.' And then I'd always call him. And whatever I wanted to practise, he would do it. Only information technology was mutual."
At least he'd had fourth dimension to say his goodbyes. "We did a vocal together in the studio in Apr, 'Information technology Was A Very Expert Year'; we had some fun." The song, about aging and looking dorsum, is included on Genius Loves Visitor, an album of Charles duets released by Concord August 31.
"[Last twelvemonth] I was at his birthday party. He and Quincy Jones and two, three of united states of america sat effectually and talked and had a drink and ate cake. Right after that I went to the Apollo Theater in Harlem for the anniversary of the theater and Ray got a tribute that night. I sang 'I Can't Stop Loving Yous'.
"You know, there are a lot of younger people than you and I already gone on," he told me with a soft sigh. "So information technology has nothing to exercise with age. There'due south those huge disasters that happen on the planet when twenty,000 people become wiped out, and in that location'south no age preferences at that place. We're all headed that way."
I COULDN'T wait any longer. I blurted out a question: What ever happened to "Whatever Happened To Peace On Globe?"
Last December, on Christmas Twenty-four hours, Willie was moved to write an anti-war protest song. It became a much-talked-most news item for a couple of news cycles, an impressive feat considering the song hadn't even been recorded when information technology became news; information technology was simply a lyric sheet. Only as chop-chop equally it appeared, information technology vanished from the public eye. Had he been pressured to back off at the risk of being Dixie Chicked?
The question I had been hesitant to enquire got him going.
"Well, I decided I didn't want to make coin out of it," he explains. "I did go far available on the internet," he said. (Words, lyrics, an MP3 sound of a uncomplicated performance, and a video of the song can be found at: www.kucinich.us/nelson_ poe_song.php) "Or you lot can go to SMN.com and hear me sing 'The State of war Prayer' and 'Jimmy's Road'; all those songs are in that location.
"The Autonomous Political party called and asked if they could include the song on the CD they're putting together of anti-war songs, anti-assistants songs. The Democrats think that my song should fit in at that place. And I said, 'Get ahead. Because I don't want any money out of it.' But I however believe everything that's in there.
"I don't care well-nigh airplay. I knew it wouldn't become airplay because I know that there'southward hundreds of channels out in that location who are on the other side. They might play it and ridicule it a little bit. That's why I didn't send them a re-create. I knew there was a couple of lines in in that location that might piss off a few folks. But if it didn't do that, I'd failed in what I was trying to do, which was to get the bulletin across that what we're doing and the management we're going is not right.
"In the song, I said a lot of things. Y'all remember a long time ago when we heard all that, 'Don't believe anything you read, near half of what you lot see, and nothing y'all hear?' That'due south pretty much truthful. And if it was true back and so, it's damned sure double true today. You can't believe what y'all hear. You can't believe what yous meet. So in that location you are.
"You have to starting time using your intuitions to say, 'What do I really experience about this? Do I like killing people? Do I like jumping on other people and taking over their oil and just killing whoever I want to impale to get it and justifying it by saying, 'We're freeing yous folks?' No, I can't go forth with that.
"When that song was getting all the flack, some guy called me in San Antonio when I was doing ane of those telephone call-in radio shows. On the evidence, I was talking most the line, 'Thou Shalt Not Kill.' He called up and he said, 'That really doesn't mean that. That means nether certain conditions, it's OK.'
"I said, 'Well, you know, I think style dorsum when, God knew how to spell. And so if He says, 'Yard Shalt Not Kill,' that's what He meant. He could have said, '1000 Shalt Non Impale Unless You Accept A Very Good Reason.'
"If the churches in the earth are gear up to bring almost peace on globe, where are they at now? I mean, whose side are they on? How can they be for peace on earth and still say, 'Let's attack everyone who don't similar united states, allow's force them into beingness Halliburton employees. It'southward the best affair for them.' You tin't drop 150,000 troops downwards in Oklahoma City and say, 'OK, guys, hither we are. We like that old oil over there.'
"When He said, 'Peace on earth,' was he just kidding? Isn't that really what we're supposed to be trying to do? I mean, are we going to put peace on earth on the back burner while we go over and take over a few countries? And then it volition be peace on earth?"
He'south doing his office by voting with his pocketbook, and his lifestyle. "My wife and I are driving cars that operate on vegetable oil," he offered. "The exhaust smells similar french chips. On Maui at that place are several hundred cars now that run on vegetable oil. Neil Young'south buses are running on vegetable oil. When I become out again, we're going to be running on vegetable oil. Considering information technology's available and it's no more expensive and it's non screwing upward the environment. In that location are so many reasons to do it. Fifty years from now there won't be any oil according to all the geniuses out there.
"At that place's a solar well out hither that's running the whole town out here, running the well. I'one thousand putting upwards a 100-human foot windmill to exercise electric, to run the house and annihilation else it will run. I'chiliad experimenting with all these things because I know we're running out of oil and we're running out of this, that and the other. The current of air and the sunday are proficient alternatives."
There'Southward SOME irony, then, that Willie'south get-go chart activeness in besides long a fourth dimension was his duet last twelvemonth with Toby Keith. "Beer For My Horses" was a change of pace for both Nelson and Keith, who has injected patriotism into his music in the same manner as otherwise undistinguished talents such as Lee Greenwood and Gary Morris. Keith'due south 2003 album Stupor'north Y'all went quadruple-platinum.
"That'southward part of what he does onstage, is he sings these kind of songs," Willie said of Keith, whom he regards as a friend. "And that'south fine. But information technology'south not what I've always done. I think I may accept sung 'Jimmy's Route' [the antiwar soldier's song he wrote in the early '90s for his anthology Who'll Buy My Memories? The IRS Tapes] a time or 2 on the stage. Simply I don't really want to get in there and dissever the audience. I'd like to try to exercise everything I can to go along them together.
"Everybody likes 'Stardust'. Everybody likes 'Mamas, Don't Permit Your Babies Grow Upwardly To Be Cowboys'. Everybody likes 'Beer For My Horses'. Y'all can take music and use music to delight everyone anywhere, I practise believe, regardless of whether you're a Republican or Democrat?'
That understanding allows him to sympathize with the dilemma President George W. Bush faces. "People think they know that they can blame anything in the globe on whoever has took on the job every bit the president. Information technology'south a stupid move for everyone to make, to run for president. Because what do you do when you win? You lot got everybody in the world firing at yous. Honestly, for viii years he was governor hither and I never saw him. He was a great governor. He said a couple of prissy things about me one fourth dimension. So I had no trouble. I don't know how they talked him into running for the president."
That doesn't hold him dorsum from championing a very unlike politician. For most of the past twelvemonth, he's been one of the highest-contour celebrity backers of Ohio congressman Dennis Kucinich, an underdog from the very kickoff and an underdog to the stop. "He's a good guy, a good man. He'south continuing upwardly for the right things," Willie said. "He's not an insider. He does all right in Ohio. They know who he is there. But in society for him to break into that league up there, it's gonna take a lilliputian more than time. And perhaps he doesn't want to intermission into that league.
"The reason he stayed in in that location and went around talking to people is that he wants the Democratic Party to keep some of its values, some of the things that it's known for. You got to manus it to him for that. I think Kerry should meet with Dennis and see how a portion of the party feels. I'm not a Democrat; I'm not a Republican. But I am interested." Even as he backed Kucinich equally long equally the congressman was a declared candidate, Willie raised money for John Kerry, doing a charity concert in Los Angeles with Barbara Streisand and Neil Diamond.
He's as well remained active with Farm Aid, the system he co-founded with Neil Young and John Mellencamp in 1985 to champion the family farmer. For all the loftier-contour publicity brought by Farm Help concerts, information technology's been an uphill boxing, he admits.
"Nosotros have fewer farmers at present. We used to have viii million. Now we're less than 2 million. We're losing 300 to 500 a calendar week," he noted. "And that's the programme of the powers that exist. That's the way that information technology'southward gear up. Because they think fewer and bigger is better. I know that's not the truth. I know that when you have a farmer off his land, yous also take him out of his habitation. That'southward just non the same deal. When you're talking about land that nosotros're feeding our kids on, we demand to know that information technology's done by somebody who feeds their kids on that land, drinks from the same water. And that'southward non the style it's happening."
He's sincere enough about those behavior to set an instance. "Nosotros have an organic garden up here that Ed and the guys have been working on all yr," he explained. "We've got all kinds of vegetables, tomatoes and peppers over at that place come right out of that. These peaches here are from Fredricksburg down the road. The more people read the papers and watch the news and see what's going on in the food industry, they brainstorm to say, 'I used to couldn't spell organic but, you know, now I need some."
In a stroke of skillful timing, Ed delivered a plate of boiled cabbage, fresh from the garden, to the bar.
While he ate his cabbage, Willie detailed how the same forces that have squeezed the family farmer off the state are squeezing folks similar him off the radio. "You know, they're not playing outlaw music that much anymore. And and then they're not getting outlaw commentary anymore. Most of the stations are owned past big corporations who program their music in Connecticut or somewhere. I remember the days when I could take a handful of records and get into San Antonio, Austin, and walk into the radio station and say, 'Hey, I'm going to exist here in ten days, will yous play my records?' 'Sure, man,' the disc jockey would say. He'd put it on and play the record. Ten days later I'd go a nice crowd over at the Broken Spoke.
"Y'all can't do that anymore. One of the bug that I find with radio is that information technology's controlled by as well few people. There are a few stations effectually that, you know, are all the same trying to do it the old manner. And that'southward fine. And I recall eventually it will win out. Because I don't call up yous tin control music that much."
But he'southward hardly crying in his beer about airplay.
"I'm very fortunate to have all this," he said, surveying the room. "Honestly, information technology'south a day-to-day, a moment-to-moment thing. Things will exist all right now, merely and so in a second there volition be a lot of unfinished business. So it'due south but a day-to-mean solar day. There'due south too much going on. I'm thinking about doing some things out here.
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"Call up those Tales Out Of Luck shows? [Willie and friends, including Merle Haggard, filmed a serial of cowboy shoot-'em-up short movies in Luck.] There's some folks out of England who have a DVD company, they want to distribute some more of those. So we're going to shoot some more. I thought I would do i around the vocal Cowboy Blues' about the sometime cowboy who's laying at that place at night wondering if he still tin. I idea that would be a good ane. Yous remember 'A Horse Chosen Music'? Just become some songs similar that and 'Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Abound Upwards To Exist Cowboys'.
Although the superlative of his film career came with the pb office in Honeysuckle Rose in 1980, followed past Red Headed Stranger in 1987 – movies in which he pretty much played himself, admitting coming off a tad more wooden than he does in existent life – he'due south matured into a very apparent character actor through more than recent cameos in films such every bit Wag The Domestic dog, a full episode of the Goggle box detective serial Monk, and a cord of commercials including a major advert campaign for the Gap. His memorable line "My face up is burning!" while sitting in a barber'due south chair in the 2003 Super Bowl commercial for H&R Block has been eclipsed past his most recent TV turn for Upper-case letter Metro in Austin, which touts alternatives to driving your automobile. The spot opens with James White of the Broken Spoke, Austin's historic honky-tonk, standing onstage and announcing Willie before looking around and mumbling to no one in detail, "Y'all seen Willie?" The scene cuts to Willie sitting northward the back of his bus stalled in traffic, saying to no one in item, "Are we in that location yet?"
"I may non be whatever improve at acting, but I'yard more comfortable in it," he said. "We're working with New Line to exercise a moving picture. I just met with the writer. Years agone I bought a script called Tougher Than Leather from the boxer and role player Tex Cobb and a friend of his in Philadelphia. We were going to do this moving-picture show with me and Kris Kristofferson, Morgan Fairchild, and Tex. It evolved from Diamonds In The Crude to Claret Diamonds, and then some other rewrite and another rewrite. Just right now New Line is rewriting it once again to practise quondam tardily this year or next year. They're doing all the work and we simply come up downwards and set up."
I was getting comfy enough to go personal and ask him how it felt, being in a room surrounded by your own image staring dorsum at you lot. Was it weird, every bit my friend insisted it was?
"Well, you know, I look around the room here and retrieve of a lot of practiced times and a lot of good memories," he said. "If goose egg else, sitting around and looking at these pictures is a skilful enough reason to be here. It'southward squeamish to come back in here and await around and come across where you've been.
"You want to get upstairs and see what it looks like?" he asked. "I haven't been up there in awhile."
On my previous visits, I assumed the stairs were faux, leading to nowhere, similar a movie set. Just these were real stairs. Halfway up the staircase, he stopped to show me his hidey hole, a clamber space built into the wall. 'Information technology's my escape hatch if I need it," he smiled. He wasn't kidding.
The upstairs was hot and empty, lacking air conditioning or much sign of life. The main room was bare, relieve for a painting of Willie that appeared to be of mid-1970s vintage and a woods-cut portrait of Waylon Jennings, the only Waylon memorabilia I spotted in the saloon.
Another room had gym equipment and boxing gear – ii speed numberless, a headache bag, and several big bags. This is where he works out when he can, practicing martial arts and living up to the black belt he earned from an Austin instructor named Master Oh 3 years ago.
I hitting the speed pocketbook with one hand for a few reps.
"It'southward probably out of air," Willie said.
He was right. It was almost deflated.
I turned around only in time to witness Willie kick 1 of the heavy bags. It wasn't merely a swipe, like mine was. It was a hard, swift kick.
Whap!
Then he did it again. Whap! And again. Whap! Whap! And again. Whap, whap, whap, whap.
Every fourth dimension the bag swung effectually later on arresting a accident, he kicked it again, hitting the sweet spot in the middle. Willie Nelson kicked the shit of out of the bag for two minutes straight, hard enough and relentlessly plenty for me to quickly conclude I don't ever want to become in a street fight with him, no matter how old he is.
Which is the point.
The kickboxing demo convinced me he was neither old nor feeble. And he sure own't expressionless. There is a whole lot more than to him than I'd given him credit for.
Final visit, my ass. As I left Luck, Willie made that clear.
"Come across you lot back hither again," he said.
Joe Nick Patoski's commencement article on Willie Nelson appeared in Zoo World mag. He has written about him for Rolling Rock, Country Music, Picking Upwards The Tempo, Texas Monthly, The Austin Dominicus, and other publications.
Read my MVP Q&A with Mickey Raphael, which ran in the next to last issue of No Depression. Social club Willie Nelson: An Epic Life from Amazon here.
Those seeking all things Willie should visit willienelson.com and stillisstillmoving.com.
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