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The October issue of Country Music People features an arrestingly-colorful cover photo of REBA McENTIRE.
Interviewed for the magazine’s cover story, McEntire confides to DOUGLAS McPHERSON “The one thing I hate is to be embarrassed.”Reba adds, in a conversation that occurred as the announcement of the pending parting between KIX BROOKS & RONNIE DUNN was just beginning to register, “It would be wonderful to write more with Ronnie and do a duet or two with him. We could be the CONWAY (TWITTY) and LORETTA (LYNN) of the new millennium.”
Thanks to KAREN BYRD, DAN HAYS, NANCY CALDWELL, JILL CRABTREE and all of the International Bluegrass Music Association friends and family for allowing me to be a part of the IBMA’s latest World of Bluegrass convention and FanFest.
Religious holiday observances have kept me absent from some WOB events this year and last (this year I missed out on PETE FISHER’s keynote address, among other events of the day), but the WOB calendar is set a few years in advance and the High Holy Days are not on the same (Julian) calendar days each year. Between that and the fact that the observances begin the evening before the days listed for them on the Julian calendar, the IBMA was verklempt (how’s that for a juxtaposition?) when it first recognized the situation last year.
In any event, I enjoyed myself, as always, despite missing out on some seminars, not only due to the religious conflict, but due to my volunteer work. Kind of a funny store there, too: I volunteered to work the IBMA booth from 1:30 to 3 p.m. on Tuesday. I neglected to write down the names of the folks who were assisting me and, running late from the Nashville Music Garden press conference (see below), my only concern was arriving on time at the Nashville Convention Center and the IBMA booth in the Convention’s exhibit hall. I got to the IBMA store at 1:30 where I was introduced to SARA BAKER (whose name I remember because she seemed to be the one in charge and because her name is the same as one of my childhood friend’s).
Along about 3 p.m. I was wondering where our relief was but, not wanting to make a scene, I kept silent until 3:15 p.m. I still didn’t make a scene, though I was running late for my next “appointment,” I asked Sara(h) if the next volunteers were running late. Her reply? “Our shift doesn’t end until 4:30.” (I should have known something was up when Jill Crabtree came by the booth area and asked me “What are you doing here?” My answer? "Spreading the love and mission of IBMA.")
As it turns out, whoever advised me that the IBMA store booth was the same as the IBMA booth was mistaken. I told MARY BURDETTE, who had recruited me, when I met her the next evening (during the wonderful Leadership Bluegrass alumni party at BMI where I chatted up Nancy’s wonderful mother as we waited patiently for her daughter to arrive), who had recruited me, that I was sorry if she got the impression I had stood her up.
The reception prior to the IBMA Awards provided a wonderful opportunity to see JOHN McEUEN and STEVE MARTIN.
Martin seemed to be wondering why I was speaking with him about GARTH BROOKS, for when I started speaking about how Garth’s earliest “concerts” had only a loyal handful of attendees, Steve interrupted “Well, we’ve all experienced that.”
I conceded the point, adding that Garth’s brigade banded together after he hit it big and reminded Brooks as he played venues as large as stadiums and amphitheaters of who they were. My point, I said, was that while Steve had a taste of what would become his success on Saturday Night Live at the time of our first meeting, I was one of those gathered at what was somewhat less than a packed house when Steve played Nashville’s Exit In a few decades ago.
Martin was impressed with that!
Whether it was getting a checkup at the IBMA health fair (which, I am told, MusiCares will probably NOT sponsor next year), spinning the Martha White Wheel and winning some MW swag in the exhibit area, attending the Grand Master’s Fiddling Contest and song circles, or sitting in on one of the tons of official IBMA and unofficial hotel jam sessions, this year’s World of Bluegrass and FanFest was another opportunity to have fun and meet some wonderful people from literally all over the world.
The Nashville Music Garden Collection’s Inaugural Class list distributed to media in advance of the garden’s dedication contained a list of 67 songs and performers for which roses were named and eight others to be honored with daylilies bearing their names.
But the ongoing venture is so extensive that the list contained a disclaimer indicating that the list was not final. “More roses may be added…”
And so it was when an eye-popping number of celebs gathered for a VIP reception in the main lobby of Hilton, preceding the ribbon-cutting, garden dedication, with speeches followed by a photo session from the Hall of Fame Park stage.
Press moving into the VIP area received two pages of instructions alone. (“`Audio feeds: There will be direct boxes…”) I scanned a section on the decorum of artist interviews including the one in boldface “Under no circumstances are you to approach an artist or participant directly for an impromptu interview.” (This was in place because, following the ceremony, there was to be “press conference with celebrity honorees on the second floor of the Hilton.")
For some reason I overreacted and thought that we media types were forbidden to so much as speak with the artists during the reception. So you can imagine that I was freaking out when MARTY RABON playfully grabbed me and laid one on my cheek. (Marty and I have probably not seen each other in over a decade.)
I was likely not quite not so frantic as I would have been had SHELLY MULLINS not been the event producer, but I still told Marty “You’re going to get me in trouble,” explaining why.
Then, wouldn’t you know it, in somewhat rapid succession, LYNN ANDERSON (whom I hadn’t seen in an equally long time but, who, like Marty also remembered me) and BRENDA LEE also, to paraphrase a country song, laid a little lovin’ on me.
By then, I was a little more relaxed, having read what I had previously skimmed. Approaching DONNA FARGO, whom I pretended not to notice when she waved at me, earlier on, I apologized, explaining that if I seemed to be unfriendly there was actually something else going on at the time. I was specific and she understood.
JOHN CARTER CASH received a similar explanation joking “I’ll talk to you.”
By this time I had no problem approaching GUNNAR NELSON (representing his late dad, RICK NELSON) and renewing acquaintances with him. (I reminded Nelson that he and I had met at a Tower Records CD signing “though your hair was considerably longer then.”).
Gunnar was impressed when I told him that the first concert I went to was his dad’s at the Minneapolis Auditorium in 1960. He expressed skepticism that I was that old (how sweet!) until I told him how young I was and that my “date” (my dad) had to explain to me why all of the older girls were screaming.
Gunnar was evidently so impressed about that and some other things that provided common ground for discussion that he and I may be collaborating on a project.
I must have been one of the “first 500” since I received a rose in celebration of the wonderful day.
What a thrill it was to meet PATTI PAGE and to be able to inform her (like she cares) that Doggie in the Window was the first record (though, on further reflection, it may have been second to I Want To Be A Cowboy’s Sweetheart or Wringle Rangle) Mom and Dad ever bought me!
The news conference was equally fun, but a little strange. Usually, it is (naturally) frowned upon if questions are asked about matters other than the event publicist’s agenda for the day, at least until all such questions have been asked. On this occasion, the lead questioner (not me) asked about something totally unrelated to the Music Garden.So- I took it upon myself to ask an event-related question, requesting that each of the “panelists” (seated left to right) respond from their personal perspectives. First up was one of honoree DeFORD BAILEY’s representatives, his granddaughter, who responded with a lengthy explanation of who she was and who her grandfather was- and that was about it. (But who could blame her? Dedication Master of Ceremonies RALPH EMERY admitted to having “lost my place” during the introduction of rose and daylilies honorees and recipients, resulting in his having to make a nice recovery, when, after many minutes, Emery finally realized he had excluded the Bailey family from the acknowledgments. This was particularly painful to the only African-American nominee’s family who had never been shy about the failure to include DeFord, until his induction eventually came to pass, Bailey in the Country Music Hall of Fame.)
The funniest/scariest moment (of the second of two news conferences- the first group of honorees was ushered out to make room for the second) occurred when BARBARA MANDRELL, whose lips I couldn’t read, was whispering something to me and shaking her finger at me as I cowered in the front row just before the press conference was called to order. Barbara and I go back to an interview we did sitting on the grass at Fan Fair when she was visibly pregnant with JAIME, but I hadn’t seen her since shortly before her retirement. More recently I had seen a family member backstage at the Grand Ole Opry who obviously didn’t know to whom he was speaking (not that it should have mattered) when, in passing, he made some anti-Semitic remarks.
After he repeated those remarks I wasn’t sure I had heard correctly when he said them the first time, I decided it was time to leave but, before I did so, gave him a business card, jotting on it to whom he was speaking and the less than colloquial meaning of terms such as “Jew you down.”
This is what came to mind when my eye caught Barbara’s, but as all eyes by this time were on me I stepped forward as Barbara became more insistent. What a relief it was when Mandrell reached out to tell me how glad she was to see me after so long! (Her words had been "I know you!")
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