Remember Me

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Just ten or twelve years ago, you could go into a town of 800 and find a least three old guys who could play some guitar. Now it’s hard to find anyone who plays at all, much less a nyone really good. And the good players still living lose half their ability as a result of strokes and other illnesses or having been scared into joining the church. Everything in this business is in short supply: our budget, the number of good artists, the time they have left.But seeing Charles Caldwell play changed everything for me. He still enjoyed playing; he was charismatic; he had a presence. In my view, Charles would be the next bomb, a last, undiscovered bastion of a dying breed. Did he want to make a record? Hell yes.I remember the last time I saw him. Charles didn’t know how to just sit around and be sick, he was a horrible patient. During chemotherapy he had built a shed for his four-wheeler and had painted the sheet metal on his tractor. He had something he wanted to show me. I followed him around to the backyard, where next to a chicken coop, and out of reach of the surviving coon dogs, stood a small cage holding a red fox. It had been destroying his garden, so he’d trapped it. I bent down to look, and it was barking and hissing. “You need it?” he asked.In my truck I had a pair of welding gloves that were thick enough to handle the animal, but that didn’t seem reason enough. “Well, do you want it then?” - Matthew Johnson1. Hadn’t I Been Good To You2. Old Buck3. I Know I Done You Wrong4. I Got Something To Tell You5. I’ll Do Anything You Say6. Alone For A Long Time7. Movin’ Out Movin’ In8. Down The Road Of Love9. Same Man10. Goin’ Though The Woods11. Remember Me Show more