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Marty Stuart's photos help keep country music's memories

by Peter Cooper


Vincent van Gogh and Lester Flatt.
Merle Haggard and Claude Monet.
Makes sense to Marty Stuart. He puts the work of all these men under the category of "museum-quality art." Lately, the museums are in agreement.
"The Frist is part of our spring world," says Stuart, the "Grand Ole Opry" star whose work behind camera lenses is the star of a new exhibit at The Frist Center for the Visual Arts called "American Ballads: The Photographs of Marty Stuart" and of a forthcoming (due for a July 4 release) Vanderbilt University Press book of the same name.
"Later this year, we're at the Smithsonian," Stuart says. "This fall, it's the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I've been working on getting our culture to be weighed in alongside jazz, ballet and theater. Now, these institutions are responding."
It's telling that Stuart's work as a photographer and documentarian and his subjects' work as performers of simple songs are recognized as entities of cultural significance. It's also telling that The Frist Center, which opened in 2001, is recognized as a place of international renown and a major museum worth mentioning in the same breath as the Smithsonian or the Met.
The artist and the museum have attained such status by embarking on similar missions: They each survey their immediate surroundings and the world at large with jewelers' eyes, seeking people and things that are special and then illuminating those people and things so that the rest of us can have a better understanding.
Inspired by his mother, Hilda Stuart, whose photographs are published in a Nautilus Publishing book called "Choctaw Gardens," Stuart began taking photographs when he was 11. His first one was of the headline performer at the Choctaw Indian Fair in Stuart's hometown of Philadelphia, Miss. That performer was Connie Smith. Today, she's a Country Music Hall of Famer, and Stuart is married to her.
Stuart moved to Nashville when he was 13, over Labor Day weekend of 1972, to work as Flatt's mandolin player. Soon, he found himself on tour with Flatt in New York, and he saw the striking, black-and-white photographs that Milt Hinton took of jazz greats Louis Armstrong, Billie Holliday, Miles Davis and others. Stuart soon called his mother and asked her to mail him a camera.
"He knew he could do for country what Hinton had done for jazz, and the timing was perfect," writes Frist Executive Director and CEO Susan H. Edwards in her essay at the outset of the "American Ballads" book. "The arc of Stuart's career placed him no more than two degrees of separation from every legend of country music, living and dead. Moreover, Stuart was keenly aware of how quickly country music was changing, and he wanted to be the memory keeper."
Photos win raves
Stuart's musicality and affable personality afforded him access that a backstage pass never could. His attention and perspective allowed him to turn that access into art.
He took photos of "Father of Bluegrass" Bill Monroe on his Goodlettsville farm, the rare place where free-range chickens and late-model limousines intersected. He captured Jerry Lee Lewis, extending middle fingers over drinks in Paris, and Johnny Cash and Ray Charles howling with laughter at a Nashville recording session produced by Billy Sherrill.
He shot Hank Williams Jr. and his daughter, Katie, at the gravesite of Hank Williams, and he shot "King of Bluegrass" Jimmy Martin at Martin's own grave. (The King took a proactive approach to perpetuity.)
The most striking music portrait may be of Cash, addressing not the camera but his own mortality, on Sept. 8, 2003, four days before his death.
"American Ballads" is not exclusively devoted to country musicians. There's also a section called "Badlands," filled with portraits of the Lakota people of South Dakota, and another called "Blue Line Hotshots," filled with characters Stuart has met on the road.
"All of these are folk heroes to me," he says. "The common denominator between them and the country music masters is the fierce sense of individualism and independence they all share."
Edwards, who worked with Frist curator Kathryn Delmez (who edited the Vanderbilt Press book) on the exhibit, is a photography historian who has come to admire the work of country music-oriented Nashville photographers including Stuart, Les Leverett and Jim McGuire.
Stuart's status as a master musician didn't sway her opinion of his photographs: She was appropriately swayed as soon as Delmez showed her samples of Stuart's work.
"His work holds up, or it wouldn't be in a museum," she says. "Marty Stuart is a serious photographer, and his photographs transcend his renown. He would be considered an outstanding documentarian in any genre. That he happens to live in Middle Tennessee is our good fortune."
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If You Go
What: "American Ballads: The Photographs of Marty Stuart" exhibit
Where: Conte Community Art Gallery, The Frist Center for the Visual Arts, 919 Broadway
When: Today through Nov. 2
Admission: Access to the Conte Community Art Gallery is free and does not require Frist admission.

Country music singer Kevin Sharp dead at 43


PHOTO COURTESY OF SUE VELDKAMP/AP
FAIR OAKS, Calif. - Kevin Sharp, a country music singer who recorded multiple chart-topping songs and survived a well-publicized battle with cancer, has died. He was 43.
His sister Mary Huston said Sharp died at his mother's Fair Oaks home at 10:49 p.m. Saturday of complications from past stomach surgeries and digestive issues.
"He had a strong heart, that's what kept him alive, (but) I'm so happy for him, that there's no more suffering," Huston said through tears and exhaustion. She had cared for her brother since his return home to Northern California last Friday after 10 weeks in the hospital.

The singer, author, and motivational speaker made his big debut in Country music in 1997 with the No. 1 hit, “Nobody Knows,” a cover of a song originally made popular by R&B artist Tony Rich. The single topped the Billboard country charts for four weeks. Sharp’s debut album Measure of a Man was released the same year, producing additional Top 5 singles “If You Love Somebody” and “She’s Sure Taking It Well.”

Being a cancer survivor, he was an active supporter of the Make-A-Wish Foundation. He authored an inspirational book, Tragedy’s Gift, about his experience and toured the U.S. as a motivational speaker.

Born December 10, 1970, Sharp grew up in Weiser, Idaho in a musical family of seven children and many foster children. They moved to Sacramento, California as Sharp was entering his second year of high school. A gifted athlete who excelled in several sports, he began experiencing fatigue and unexplained pain that was later diagnosed as a rare form of bone cancer (Ewings Sarcoma) that had spread to his lungs. During his senior year of high school, Sharp was told that his chance of survival was slim.

Uncertain if he would live six months, he was introduced to the Make-A-Wish Foundation, which grants wishes to children with life-threatening illnesses. They honored his wish of meeting producer/performer David Foster. That friendship sustained Sharp through two grueling years of chemotherapy, experimental drugs, and radiation treatments. It also opened the door for Sharp to pursue his dream of becoming a Country artist, and he eventually landed a deal with Asylum Records in Nashville.

To the surprise of many, he went into remission in 1991 and the disease did not return. However, he experienced lifelong health issues as a result of the aggressive treatment.

Sharp’s musical career garnered many accolades including New Male Vocalist from the Academy of Country Music, New Male Touring Artist of the Year from the Country Music Association/SRO, Favorite New Country Artist from the American Music Awards, Billboard Magazine’s Best New Country Video and TNN/Music City News Male Star of Tomorrow.

His last single was 2011’s “Let Me Rock You To Sleep.”

Donations can be made in his memory to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Memories of Sharp can be emailed to sharp@kevinsharp.com, and cards for the family can be sent to:

Kevin Sharp
c/o Cupit Music Group
7309 Tidwell Road
Nashville, TN 37209

A memorial service celebrating Sharp’s life is being planned for Nashville. More information will be released in the near future.

He is survived by his mother, and siblings Lisa, Mary, Ron, Gregg, Richard, Larry and Genni.

Glen Campbell Has Been Moved Into a Facility


 

by Gillian Telling 
photo's by Ray Tharaldson
all rights reserved 2014


Glen Campbell has been suffering from Alzheimer's for over three years, but the Grammy-winning singer, 78, has recently moved into a facility, PEOPLE has confirmed.

"He was moved to an Alzhemier's facility last week," says a family friend. "I'm not sure what the permanent plan is for him yet. We'll know more next week."

The "Rhinestone Cowboy" crooner first opened up about having Alzheimer's to PEOPLE in an exclusive 2011 interview.


Campbell and his fourth wife, Kim Woolen, decided to go public with the news because Campbell hoped to embark on a final farewell live tour. The couple wanted his fans to be aware of his condition in case he forgot lyrics or flubbed a song during the performances.

The "Goodbye Tour" tour was filmed for a documentary called Glen Campbell … I'll Be Me, which will make its debut Friday at the 2014 Nashville Film Festival. The documentary follows Campbell, his wife, and their three adult children – Cal, Shannon, and Ashley – as they deal with the various stages of the disease and perform on the road together.



 

  "I still love making music," Campbell told PEOPLE at the time.

 

"And I still love performing for my fans. I'd like to thank them for sticking with me through thick and thin."




 photo's by Ray Tharaldson all rights reserved 2014

Johnny Cash documentary promises lots of new insights

BY DOUG CAMILLI, POSTMEDIA NEWS
Saul Holiff, who managed Johnny Cash’s career, killed himself in 2005, just before the release of the Joaquin Phoenix biopic about Cash, Walk the Line.

Now Saul’s son Jonathan Holiff has made a documentary, My Father and the Man in Black, which promises lots of new insights (read: “dirt”) on Cash.
“This is the anti-Walk the Line”, Jonathan told Fox411. “This is never-before-seen-or-told information that will shock and surprise. This isn’t spoon fed by a studio or the Cash estate. Johnny was the original bad boy.”

It Takes An Artist



Full Tom Petty Interview from Rolling Stone
c/o Jude Cole Music.com

I understand what Tom Petty is saying (article) and don't entirely disagree with him. If you're old enough to remember what is now classified as 'vintage country', you realize this genre doesn't exist anymore. Then again, neither do a lot of vintage sounds.

The first real country music identity crisis began in the mid to late 70's, and by 1980 things had gotten equally homogenized in Nashville.

Acts like Eddie Rabbit, Crystal Gayle, Oak Ridge Boys and oh so many others were basking in the glory of the country charts while true fans like myself were bouncing from this aberration to the one happening in pop music with Disco.  Dance music had such a profound affect on classic rock that even The Rolling Stones,The Eagles and Rod Stewart had to modify their singles to stay relevant. In their defense, I use these bands as examples to artists I work with to show how their survival skills kept them alive. They permeated thru decades of musical change, altering at least part of their sound to fit onto radio playlists. They were wise enough to know that if it wasn't heard somewhere, it wouldn't matter anywhere.

Back to Nashville, enter Ricky Scaggs. He broke onto the scene in 1981 with the album Waitin' For The Sun To Shine and made Nashville feel as conspicuous asPoison must have felt when Nirvana released 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. With songs like 'You May See Me Walkin' and 'Cryin' My Heart Out Over You', he reminded a city of country music makers that they were heading in a dead-end direction. It resonated. Soon after this release, country studios began dusting off the pedal steels and mandolins and signed a lot more twang and a lot less Barbara Mandrell.  Ultimately by the early 90's they were back on track with Randy Travis, Vince Gill, and Dwight Yoakam.

So there were complaints about the state of country ala Petty's before; but it wasn't until someone brave and tasteful enough came along and made the right record that change actually occured.

Taylor Swift has been monumental in receding the classic sound of country but she's not the instigator. This is a process, and there were many before her like Faith Hill & Martina McBride to Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley. There seemed to be a distinct indigenous sound that made you big in Nashville, but once you crossed over you made a deal with the devil and came out the other side of the meat grinder with a little less accent, a little more Madison Ave., and a lot more smug: think Dixie Chicks. They were the most beloved country act of 1997 and with each album progressively turned into the most politically outspoken, musically confused trio who had seemingly long forgotten their base or couldn't wait to run from it.  Oh it's their story and they're sticking to it, but my hunch is if they could go back in time, they'd probably opt out of NY & LA.

So TP's right, country has become pro tooled, pop-ified and watered down. But then again, hasn't everything? When I began touring as a guitarist for Moon Martin in 1978, we'd play cities like Dallas and Montgomery and man, you fucking knew you weren't in Kansas anymore. It was like playing in another country! Nowadays tho, you got your Barnes & Noble, got yer Pottery Barns and Gap Kids, Starbucks... why leave home when every city looks and feels exactly the same? Consequently every singer is starting to sound exactly the same. Ten gallon hats don't compensate for real artists with real songs... sorry.

No Tom Petty drawls out there anymore. No Stevie Nicks nasal poetry. There's no longer a Springsteen, New Jersey or Rickie Lee on 'smack' street. Gordon Lightfoot = Canadian.  James Taylor = New England, Frey; California, Henley;Texas, Greg Allman and Ronnie Van Zant were guys you'd want to drink and get into a parking lot fight with, and Willie Deville was pure Spanish Harlem.

What happened to the personalities, the dialects? What happened to the potpourri of influence from the world of American music? It was rich because it wasn't too aware of it's competition. The regional successes made the audience peer in, not the other way around.

One day some day, a new artist will emerge and resonate with something poignant and change the rules... but as always, it takes an artist.

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