Dammit!
The Man is a National Treasure.
My Uncle clonked over last summer.
No broken bones but he nailed his head on the fridge.(he was weak, it was the middle of the night)
That was all she wrote.
Oh no. Prayers going out to Doc Watson and his family tonight.
“And now the pork ‘n’ beans run out. You just can’t depend on nothin!”
God bless Doc Watson, who brought so much joy to our home.
If anyone has a copy of “The Preacher and the Bicycle” please post it up
Prayers up for Doc.
I saw Doc for the first time at Winfield, KS in the late 70s. He came out, holding his guitar in front of himself and hanging on to Merle. The gal I had with me laughed and said Oh look, he’s acting blind! The crowd around us groaned.
My sister gave me a Doc Watson instruction book and I managed to learn to flatpick a few of his songs note for note. When I compared them to his recordings, he added a bunch of extra notes with his secret third hand he must have. I got good enough to impress other people but never impressed myself, knowing how Doc did it.
I loved his part in O Brother Where Art Thou, tossing the first hunk of fruit at the racist politician. Made a good shot, too.
Guy Clark says it best “ I have seen the David, I’ve seen the Mona Lisa too, I have heard Doc Watson play the Columbus Stockade blues”