The First Time: RAW

It was late one night and I normally don’t watch Jimmy Kimmell Live show, but, I was up channel surfing and saw Johnny Knoxville was on. I was fan of Jackass and grew up on old school Country. Roger Alan Wade was making his national television debut. I never knew about him until this point.

They came back from break and introduced him and panned the camera to a normal looking guy, nothing fancy, just him with a restorator guitar with a bar stool. The restorator is what had me for I love the sound and well my cousin Bob Wolfe makes ’em. At the time I had lost interest in music for nothing real had came out in long time. The next three minutes would change me.

“I wanna butt ugly slut with bad drinking problem and a jealous old man in jail,” he belted out. The crowd along with me was tapping feet and clapping hands. I was like a catfish whom had taken the chicken liver off the hook, line and sinker! This was a throw back to when my Mama signed me out of kindergarten to see Hank Jr and David Allen Coe. I grew up on this kind of music.

I wanted to know more, so I headed onto the internet and bought his album. Man, I loved the honest but yet humble feel it had to it. I can’t tell you of how many people wanted a copy since or that I have turned onto his music. They loved him. Mostly was people who aren’t even into the genre. Amazing. I did some research and tried to find out more.

After some research, I’d learned he was a legit songwriter from Chattanooga, TN who had written a gold record for Hank Jr (“Country State Of Mind”) and had also written a song called “My Body Ain’t Nothing But A Suitcase For My Soul” for Willie Nelson,  along with plenty others. I started on the Facebook phenom and noticed he had an account. One day on the instant messenger I shot him a message saying “Love to see you in concert and appericate your music” thinking awww its a fake or isn’t him. Well, he typed back and even called me the day before Thanksgiving that year for he just gotten a free turkey from Bi-lo.

He was humble and a down to earth guy and I was amazed at his kindness. Since then,  he got sober, made a masterpiece of an album that broke him away from just being Johnny Knoxville’s cousin (Deguello Motel), got the Outlaw radio show, is touring and seems to be happy. He and his lady Tristen are a modern day Johnny Cash and June Carter. Bless ’em.

First time I heard old Roger…..Nickel back and Ce-low didn’t mean a damn thing to me!

~Jason Robinson

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Jason Wallace Robinson hails from Spartanburg, South Carolina. He’s a writer, storyteller, philosopher, single father raising two children, music lover, dreamer, joker. He writes to speak for the common man. He enjoys football and driving around in his 96 Chevy Lumina adorned with an American Flag and decorative bird offerings.