If the title of this post upsets you, blame Brad. He wrote it. Never mind that had I written it I’d have called it the same thing.
Let’s begin this post with a soundtrack, shall we?
Ahhh yes, that’s better. Here’s hoping that’s not where they buried him.
While visiting Steve and Carin back about ten years ago, we were surfing the Galaxy Music channels and stumbled upon the above soundtrack, and what a gem it was. That started us looking online to see just who in the hell was singing it because, you know, we had to know so as we could obtain a copy for ourselves. Turns out it was Little Jimmy Dickens. That started me on a sort of download spree. I imagine most of you have done that, heard one song by an artist you liked, so went off on a mad dash to get more of their stuff. Anyway, I now have upwards of twenty of his songs in my collection, and there’s likely more I wouldn’t mind having.
He was called Little Jimmy Dickens because he was only four Foot Eleven. He was signed by Columbia Records in 1948, and is, or was, the oldest member of the Grand Ole Opry, having been a member since, a long time ago. Here’s his biography if you’re curious.
Jimmy died on January 2nd of Cardiac Arrest in hospital after a short battle with an undisclosed illness. He had performed only a couple weeks before that at the Opry for his birthday celebration. He was 94.
I’ll leave you with this, released in 1965.
And, in case you’re hoping for an encore, have a listen to this lovely little number.