George Jones has left us for that great country song in the sky.
To say he’s another loss we can’t adequately understand and that we’ll never see anything like him again is more than slightly insufficient.
There is an excellent overview of his action-packed, troubled, brilliant life HERE.
Aside from the myriad plaudits, all of which will be heartfelt and irrefutable, this incident seems to best summarize what a truly confounding, unique and impossible to articulate character Jones was:
At one point his wife hid the keys to all his cars, so he drove his lawn mower into Beaumont to a liquor store — an incident he would later commemorate in a song and in music videos. They were divorced not long afterward.
For now, I’m more than happy to turn the mic over to Doug Wamble, himself a musician of considerable talent and adroit student of history (more on him HERE):
Every fake-ass poser, auto-tuned, stupid-songwriting corporate Nashvegas pretender should be made to sit in a room with eyelids forced open like A Clockwork Orange and watch this on infinite loop until they learn what country music is.
What he said.
What else is there to say?
Rest easy, George.
