That tenor singer, can't think of his name, was in Nashville doing a solo gig a couple of weeks ago.
I was once asked to sing tenor...
Was welding inside the induced draft fan housing on a boiler in Mt Storm, West Virginia. Had my stuff all the way up at the top level and was up there all one day and well into the next. I often sing when I'm alone and was doing my best on that day. Really belting it out.
On the second afternoon I heard someone come in the manway below me, but I kept on singing. Saw the rope wiggle as he tied his gear on and then heard him start the climb. As the guys head cleared the scaffold platform we looked at each other. He said, "You oughtta sing tenor". I said, "Ya really think so?" He said, "Heck yeah. Tenor eleven miles away would be fine."...
I grew up listening to them on vinyl first then on the 8 track in the truck or station wagon. The Great Pretender was mom and dads song and all through the years that dad was stationed overseas he'd reference lines of their songs in letters home to mom. The Statler Brothers are classic, real music like we don't see anymore.
I was raised in Staunton Va. and in the mid 70's I dated one of Harold Reid's daughters for a while. She had just written a song called "Who Am I To Say" and the SB recorded it as a single. It was fun to go to their house and watch old Roy Rogers movies in what was probably the only "home theater" in town. The Statler Brothers, Alabama and the Oak Ridge boys were always on top of the charts. Every year I return "home" to deer hunt with about a dozen of my old friends. They still tease me about missing out on a career of being the bus driver for the Statler Brothers. Those were some good days.