A touch of nostalgia.
George Jones. The One and Only George Jones.
Four years ago the Silent Boatman, who comes for us all, carried George away.
He was, without any scintilla of doubt, the greatest singer Country Music has ever, or will ever, know.
He was born in Texas in 1931. From his dad he inherited a taste for the bottle and from his mother the hope of salvation.
The world and his own nature offered up the simultaneous allure and spectre of sin, guilt and damnation.
From some higher power he was blessed with a singing voice that could express with enormous authority and impact the whole damn bone and blood gamut of emotions we’re all forever chained and in thrall to throughout our lives.
A voice that was never unrestrained even when plumbing unfathomable depths of pain and loss.
George’s voice had to be controlled even under the most crushing spiritual and…
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