Just some thoughts:
Not too long ago I was sitting in one of Nashville’s “Libraries of culture” (honky tonk) when he walked in. Seeing him made me smile. He was the son of what I think was one of the most talented people to ever come to Nashville. His father was Roger Miller.
Just saying the name Roger Miller can make some people smile, maybe even laugh. What a mind, what a talent. Could do it all, write, sing, tell stories, write a Broadway play, “Big River.”
Anyone that was ever around Miller has a story, really stories. He grew up in small town Oklahoma, Erick to be exact. I remember the first time (1960) I drove the famous Route 66 from Indiana to California coming into this very small town of Erick, Oklahoma, population 1,052 and seeing this huge, large billboard sign that read, “Erick, Oklahoma, the home of Sheb Wooley and Roger Miller.” Miller, years later when asked about his roots and where Erick, Oklahoma was located, his replay, “It’s close to extinction.” Hum…maybe there really was a “Purple People Eater” and Wooley first sited it there.
Stories abound. In 1989 Miller was stopped in Nashville for speeding. “Where you goin’ in such a hurry,” the officer asked him. “Officer, I’m sorry but I’m late for Red Foley’s funeral, “We’ll take it easy.” The officer tore up the ticket. True Miller was late for Foley’s funeral, Foley had died twenty-one years (1968) earlier.
One time after a night on the town Miller looked out into the first gleam of daylight as the sun was coming up………………….. “Uh–oh, oh, here comes God with His bright’s on.”
I miss his humor and his music.
August 9, 2018
Posted October 26, 2018