The Wichita Lineman Is Not On The Line

PictureGlen Campbell

Just some thoughts:   
One my favorite places to be on a Monday night around nine p.m. is The Station Inn here in Nashville, Tennessee. On Monday nights for the past year Carl Jackson, along with others, takes center stage. Jackson is a most accomplished musician, song writer and creator of various musical projects.
If you go to the Station Inn I can assure you will not be impressed with the décor of the place. Small stage, unmatched tables and chairs in various arrangements. It looks like they bought everything from a local Goodwill outlet or a collection from an old yard sale. Seating there is where ever you find a place, and often it will be at a table with seven or eight people you don’t know. Just come on in and sit down where ever and with whomever. Some months back I came in alone and noticed there was one spot remaining at a table. “Anybody sitting here?” I asked. “No, no, you are welcome to sit here.”

Most musicians have little sense of time and seldom does a local honky tonky group start on time.  Evidently they all just wander on stage and begin. As we waited for the music to begin I struck up a conversation with two young ladies also sitting at the table. “You ladies from here or where?” “Well, we are now, moved here recently from Los Angles.” We carried on some small talk; they were very pleasant and genuinely seemed interested in the exchange of conversation. Finally the music began.
About halfway through Jackson’s first set he said, “Folks we have a young lady with us tonight and I want to ask her to come up on stage to play and sing with us. Her father and I have been the best of friends for many years. She can sing, she can play and she is pretty. Her name is Ashley Campbell. Come on up Ashley.” With that the young lady sitting just to my left at our table, the one I had been in conversation with, got up and headed for the stage. Yes she could sing, play and yes, she was pretty. I had no idea who I had been sitting next to and exchanged conversation with. She certainly had no ego or need to make it known to anyone at our table who she was.


When she finished playing and left the stage Jackson said: “Folks the best twelve years of my life were spent with her father, Glen Campbell. I was his musical director for twelve years on his television show. I traveled the world with him. I played thousands of shows with him and on every show he would introduce me, bring me front and center on stage and allow me to show my talents. I love that man and I love this girl, in fact, I am her God-Father.”
My wife and I recently saw a documentary movie titled “I’ll Be Me.” It is a movie about Campbell on his final farewell tour. A tour that also saw him begin his journey with the awful disease Alzheimer’s. I now have a better appreciation for Campbell after seeing his movie, from what Jackson said that night at the Station Inn and from my meeting his twenty-six year old daughter, Ashley.
Both he and Ashley will ever remain “gentle on my mind.”
October 24, 2014
Keep on,
Larry Adamson   

A Book I Could Not Put Down

Below is something I wrote in June of 2010. High school year books say a lot. As I said one can learn a lot about another by just reading through their year book. This one goes back to 1962.  Wonder what is written in yours? Wonder what you wrote in another’s?
Just some thoughts:
You ever pick up a book and could not put it down? I did, the other night.
What prompted me to pick up this book and start reading is that it belongs to my wife. In fact, it’s her high school yearbook, Garfield High School, Terre Haute, Indiana class of 1962. High school yearbooks can not only be interesting reading, but also somewhat revealing. Interesting to see what she looked like, acted like and what words were said to her all those years ago. With interest, I sat down and started turning the pages.

Garfield High School Terre Haute, IN

One full page was written by Rusty. It was the second page, inside cover of the book. If I remember correctly, second page is a pretty special “reserved” space. Rusty, I now understand lives in the “Sunshine State.”  He wrote, beginning—“Here I am again,” I got the feeling shyness was not an issue for Rusty. Footnote: My wife has told me, “Rusty, hey he was a good dancer.”
On the inside and back covers, I counted nearly forty people who signed and had often written something more.

PictureBarbara White, 1962

  • “To a really sweet and sharp girl!”—- (I always knew that myself.)
  • “Remember our after the prom party?” signed  Don,– (hum, I thought.)
  • “Best of luck to one of the best friends I’ve ever had.”
  • “You’re a really sweet gal, stay that way always,” signed Sandra
  • “Thanks for helping me with my bookkeeping,” signed Dennis 
  • “Remember the good times at lunch,” signed Sally
  • “You’re one of the sweetest and nicest girls I have ever known,” signed Barbara (I agree.)
  • “I have enjoyed doubling with you this year,” signed Alan (Wonder who she was dating)
  • “I think you’re real cute & hope to see you around this summer,” signed Larry–not me Larry)
  • “You’re the kind of person I look up to keep your wonderful personality,” Signed Jim “Mr. Cool”–now my wife wrote this, not Jim. Under Jim’s picture that appeared on page 10. (Jim was class President)
  • “Remember the prom and party after?” signed Don (Ol’ Don must have had a good time. His second reference to her and the prom. Better ask Barb about the prom and Don.)
  • “Keep smiling and stay as sweet as ever, and take good care of Kenny while I’m gone.” (Oh oh, Kenny, the name of Kenny did surface on later occasions, but I once was told, “Old flames can’t hold a candle to you!” Now that’s a line from a country song.)
  • “Keep a light in the window, and I shall return someday,” signed Jerry (This guy must think he’s MacArthur.)
  • “To the best friend I have ever had, you helped me with my school work, but most of all you helped me with my problems,” signed E.J.
  • “After prom party remember but you were so sleepy. (Now this is getting serious, third reference to the prom, hum.)
  • “To my very best friend, may you always have the best in whatever you do,” Signed Jane–the two still are today…

You know you can learn a lot about a person by what was written, years ago, in a high school year book.

June 3, 2010  
Keep on,   
Larry Adamson


Barbara White in High School

A Boy And His Dog


Jake says goodbye to Little Jimmy Dickens (R) and the newest addition Charlie (L) as he leaves for school.

Just some thoughts:
A Boy And His Dog.

These thoughts are dedicated to Lucy, Ruthie, Tux, Roxy and Little Jimmy.
In July of this past year our oldest grandson, Seth and his girlfriend, Natalia got a dog they named Tux.

And the day before, July fifteenth, our youngest grandson, Jake got a dog which they named Little Jimmy; actually his full name is Little Jimmy Dickens.
I imagine that in the lives of most all of us there has been that special dog. Generally they affected us much more than what was realized at the time.


Luke walking Lucy

“It’s Tough on a Dog”
It’s tough on a dog when his boy grows up
When he no longer romps and frolics like a pup
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets old
When they no longer cuddle on his bed when it’s cold
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets tall
When he’s off with the boys playing soccer and baseball
They no longer paddle through the mud in the bog
Hoping to find a stray turtle or frog
They no longer run through the grass up to their knees
Or roll in the piles of fresh fallen leaves
It’s tough on a dog when his boy gets tall
When’s he’s off to school, looking at girls in the hall
It’s tough on a dog when he has work to do
When he forgets to play as he used to
It’s tough on a dog when instead of woods or field or pond
The boy becomes a man… and the man is gone

-Jean W. Sawtell


Seth and Tux
Yes, sadly boys do grow up and sadly, sometimes dogs go away.
All names at the beginning are just dogs to some, but mean much more to those in my family.
July 16, 2012
Keep on,
Larry Adamson

Where Were You The First Time You Saw Him 

Here is something I wrote three years ago January of 2012… if he were still living today he would be 80 years old….no way Elvis old.

Where were you the first time you saw him? If you never saw him …that’s your misfortune. Oh…lets see first time Barbara and I saw him…it was at the International Hotel in Las Vegas…..oh my..Elvis

Just some thoughts:
He caused us to be late for church.
My cousin Mona, Janet, and I were at Aunt Mertie’s house. He caused us to be late for Sunday night church. He was to appear on the Ed Sullivan show that night, and we begged and pleaded with Aunt Mertie to just let us see him for a little bit, then leave.
Later that night I had to explain to my dad why we were late for church. He did not seem to think my reasoning was nearly as good as I did.
I remember where I was the first time I saw Elvis. He sang Blue Suede shoes and when the song was over I knew things would never be the same.
I grew up in a house where the doors were always open
Where a stranger was just someone I did not know.
With dreams of far off places and old guitars
Fell asleep listening to the all night radio.
I know some things must end, I don’t know where I fit in
Still reelin’ from those rock n roll day.
-Dan Seals

This coming Sunday, January 8, 2012, is Elvis’s birthday. Elvis was born on January 8, 1935.  He would have been 77 years old, but not so to those of us from the 1950s’. Elvis never got old, and he never died. No, but things have never been the same…
Do you remember the first time you saw Elvis?

January 7, 2012
Keep On,
Larry Adamson

Rodeo & Juliet


Click the image to be taken to The Adventures of Rodeo & Juliet

Since coming to Nashville in late 2002 we have had the good fortune to meet and hear many good musicians. The town is full of good ,very good singers, songwriters, pickers and players. So many that much of  the public has never really heard. In recent times two that we have had the privilege to meet and hear is a couple called Rodeo and Juliet. Chris and Jan Harris – A most talented couple they are.

Chris is originally from El Paso, Texas and Jan  from upstate New York. The blending of two cultures I think one would say. They both  graduated from Abilene Christian University in Abilene, Texas. Their range and interest in music is fascinating. At a recent show my wife and I saw we marveled at the diversity of the music. Chris doing a Ray Wiley Hubbard song, Jan then doing a Meredith Wilson show tune. Later a Ray Price tune with that Texas dance beat and together then doing an old Beatles tune. They closed their show with a Nat King Cole classic, “Love.” 

They are backed by four great musicians that at the drop of a hat and a mention of a song, they all pick up and play. Often a guest will drop by.  This past week Gordon Kennedy did two or three numbers.   If you would like to have a fun, enjoyable evening come out and hear them. It is a ride through a musicians journey that seldom one will be offered.

Currently they are playing every first Wednesday of the month in Franklin at the Frothy Monkey. They begin at 7:30 and play for about an hour and half. So come on out and I think you will be pleasantly surprised and want to come back. My wife and I have not missed them since our discovery of them. 

Additionally, on Saturday night January 17, 2015 they will be playing at the McKay’s Clubhouse (McKay’s Mill) in Franklin.   Hey not only are they talented musicians they are just plain good people. You  will enjoy their talent, their music and I know they would enjoy meeting you.  Come out and see them on these dates. It would be a great way to start a new year.   Please contact me if you’d like more information on the McKay’s Mill Show.

Larry Adamson