Title: I Guess You Had To Be There Source:
[None] URL Source:[None] Published:Aug 20, 2011 Author:Lorrie Morgan Post Date:2011-08-20 21:04:51 by James Deffenbach Keywords:None Views:460 Comments:16
"I Guess You Had To Be There" to understand why Keith Whitley drank himself to death.
I always suspected that they kept their unhappiness a secret the way they do in Nashville unless the cops are called along with the tow truck to pull George Jones' car out of the bedroom.
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"Morgan is known for her turbulent personal life—she told Larry King in a July 2004 interview that "drama is something that lets you know you're still alive."[2]
She has a daughter, Morgan, from her first marriage to Ron Gaddis, a former bass player in George Jones' band; they were married for only a brief time from 1979 to 1980. She has a son, Jesse Keith Whitley (b. 1987) with her second husband, Keith Whitley. That marriage lasted from 1986 until his death in 1989. After that marriage, she had a lengthy involvement with Dallas Cowboys quarterback Troy Aikman. In 1991, she married a one-time bus driver for Clint Black named Brad Thompson; they divorced in 1993.
Morgan was also romantically linked from 1994 to 1996 with Fred Thompson, the politician/actor. In her autobiography Forever Yours, Faithfully: My Love Story, Morgan describes their relationship:
"It was great to go out with an older man [Thompson] who was very successful on his own. . . . For a while, I enjoyed my first exposure to politics. It was interesting to hear about political conversations, and people even began talking about Fred as a potential president. . . . I put myself to the task of being a great companion to a stimulating and important man, and as a result I became boring. . . . I had to stop and think about the political implications of everything before I uttered a word in public. . . . For a while, I wanted to marry Fred, but I knew he could not accept me as I am."[3]
In 1996 Morgan married Jon Randall, a singer/songwriter now credited with writing the 2004 Brad Paisley/Alison Krauss hit "Whiskey Lullaby"; they divorced three years later in 1999. She married her fifth husband, singer Sammy Kershaw, on September 29, 2001. That marriage lasted six years. Citing irreconcilable differences, she filed for divorce on October 23, 2007.[4]
In October 2008, Morgan filed for Chapter 7 bankruptcy, citing up to $10 million in liabilities while listing her own assets as valued between $500,000 and $1 million.[5]
In 2010 Morgan will perform on Broadway in the show Pure Country. She will play Lula, the manager of the lead character Dusty, played by fellow country artist Joe Nichols.
On September 15, 2010, Morgan married her sixth husband, Randy White, in a beach side ceremony."
Poor Keith was just a simply country boy and I suspect that Lorrie was why he couldn't whip his demon.
Lorrie Morgan was just competing with Tanya Tucker to see which one could wreck more people and live to tell about it. In the end, the Nashville jews behind the scenes got the last laugh and all the money.
Lorrie Morgan was just competing with Tanya Tucker to see which one could wreck more people and live to tell about it. In the end, the Nashville jews behind the scenes got the last laugh and all the money.
When SONY Music opened a Nashville studio and an A&R division that was the beginning of the end.
As we can see country is now the new pop (which in a word SUX) and as you and I are writing about it they're probably grooming the "Bruce Springsteen of country music", Cowboy Cohen And The Moneychangers or perhaps Rebbe Merle and The Front Porch Tay-Sachs Band.
After thought: in 2005 the CMA Awards were held in New York City and everyone in attendance that was seen on camera was wearing an AIDS ribbon. I'm betting that some artists objected because they saw it as an endorsement of the lifestyle "...and their folks and fans back home wouldn't understand,", but it was explained to them that they either wore the damned thing or they were off the bill.
Not one artist commented on it after, either. To do so would be the end of their careers in Nashville, and New York and Los Angeles wouldn't shelter them the way they do other rogue artists (or even outed gays like k.d. lang or Chely Wright who married her non Christian partner, Lauren Blitzer last Saturday) who have problems with Nashville formula country.
Simply put, Alan Jackson looked goddam ridiculous in a tux, a Stetson and a "Solidarity with HIV victims" ribbon. He was clearly uncomfortable and I don't think it was because of the Armani tux.
After thought: in 2005 the CMA Awards were held in New York City and everyone in attendance that was seen on camera was wearing an AIDS ribbon. I'm betting that some artists objected because they saw it as an endorsement of the lifestyle "...and their folks and fans back home wouldn't understand,", but it was explained to them that they either wore the damned thing or they were off the bill.
If enough of them had said "If that's the case, I'm out, you can do your show without me" they would have backed off that stupid $#it and let it be voluntary. Sounds like the problem might have been lack of conviction and spine.
If enough of them had said "If that's the case, I'm out, you can do your show without me" they would have backed off that stupid $#it and let it be voluntary. Sounds like the problem might have been lack of conviction and spine.
Right you are my friend.
Unfortunately, very few of those who had the dream of going to Nashville and becoming "trailerhold names" would sacrifice all on a principle, particularly an issue that could get one labeled as a "homo hatin' country bigot."
The notable exception was Townes Van Zandt who apparently had severe mental problems. He was tormented by demons that others could not see, and all that others wanted enough to "make a pact with Ol' Legba", he would not even take.
He had the potential to replace Vince Gill as The High Priest Of Country Music but his life, career and fate inspired no one to follow in his footsteps.
Regarding the NYC CMA Award Show, those on top and those whose stars were rising weren't about to spit in the eyes of the Nashville establishment, and whatever deals they made with Izzie the Heeb were above the pay grades of those who were pinned with the compulsory HIV sympathy badge.
Make no mistake-Nashville country music has a fearsome redneck mafia complete with kneecap removers and skull crushers, and those who wish to leave Nashville to become the darling of the Hollywood party scene (like country punk pioneer Dwight Yoakam) or New York (like Chely Wright and Tift Merritt) or a forgotten anonymity had best do it quietly and respectfully.