Many of you are going to hate this, but not all of you. If all of you hated this type of post, I wouldn’t do them. Well, probably wouldn’t.
Yep, talking about my young, Country Music days again.
What I remember about Charlie Louvin isn’t all that much. I remember he came to Winter Gardens in Elizabethtown, Ohio—think it was on a Sunday afternoon. My brothers and I were on the show too.
Charlie was more famous when he was performing with his brother Ira, but Ira was now dead and Charlie was giving it a go as a solo artist. He had some success but never became a big Country Music star on his own.
I remember Charlie not being all that friendly. I remember him smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. He wasn’t much interested in talking to me or my brothers.
Back then, most folks in Country Music were nice, but not all. It’s probably the same way today.
I’m not going to post one of Charlie’s songs. I’ll go back to The Louvin Brothers and a true classic, “I Don’t Believe You’re Met My Baby.” Charlie’s the brother playing the guitar.