I searched the internet to see when he had died. He had been a regular performer on the Magnavox record player my Mom played when she was busy in the house. He shared time with Floyd Cramer, Al Hirt, Roy Clark, Van Cliburn, The Chipmunks (at Christmas) and some guy named Liberace.
As it turned out, he was still living. Amazing. The great pianist Roger Williams was still playing concerts. He had five concerts that year - two in New York, two in Las Vegas and one in Bristol, Tennessee. Bristol, Tennessee? And it was in two days.
It was April 2006 and I went from wondering when a greatly admired pianist died to scrambling for a ticket to hear this eighty-two year old man ninety miles from home. My wife and son couldn’t go, so it was a solo trip. The restored Paramount Theater in downtown Bristol, Tennessee (I parked in Virginia) was the venue.
The event was a massive new piano donated to the Paramount. Roger Williams played Steinways most of his life, including his annual 12 hour marathon at Steinway in New York on his birthday. He graciously agreed to play the new Baldwin, and no one there will forget it.
He literally shuffled onto the stage appearing like a man who had a stroke. His piano bench was a plastic office chair. His hand nearly cupped under the front of a piano in a manner that would earn a first year piano student a stern correction. He had been playing since 1927 and earned the only No. #1 piano instrumental on Billboard’s Chart in 1955 with “Autumn Leaves.” He made over 75 albums.
His seat and his posture didn’t matter. He played like no other pianist I have ever seen.
He played his own arrangements of well known songs of his generation including movie themes. He talked extensively about playing for every President from Harry Truman to George W. Bush. He spoke very candidly of his admiration for Ronald Reagan. He shared that JFK was listening to his record “Yellow Bird” while dressing on the fateful morning of November 22, 1963.
He took twenty-three requests from the audience and played a medley of songs to the delight of the crowd and then ended it with his signature “Autumn Leaves”. I watched his hands. I know the song. He was eighty-two. I still can’t play it the way he did.
He was diagnosed five years later with pancreatic cancer. He played one more concert, and went home to die.
His music still lives. His gift of music, shared with countless others, still lives, also.
As does Floyd Cramer’s. And Liberace’s. And John Lennon’s. And now, Joe Cocker’s. Their music, some original, some their interpretation (“cover”) lives on.
Music defines, decorates, delivers, drives, and dominates the events of our lives. Christmas music even more so. Do couples remember what the minister said at their wedding or what was sung? Do families remember eulogies or the music of the funeral? What do we reach for when we are down or depressed? Or when we are excited by an event? Or want to focus for sporting event? (“We’re Not Going to Take It, Anymore” was my football team’s theme).
Why do we listen to the same song performed by different artists during the Christmas season? Because it tells us something about the artist - who they are, what their feelings and emotions are, what the song says to them, and how they reflect on the meaning of the season. Do they have joy? Hope? Despair? Conflict? Loneliness? The song may reveal that, and we listen to catch a candid glimpse.
As water is to the body, so music is to the soul. Too much of either, and one will drown in an ungrounded excess. Too little of either, and a dry life will not function as it could.
Yet, as water needs electrolytes and proteins to enable the body to live, music needs the perspective of life to have meaning. An artist grows up with the music, or with the instrument, and it becomes who they are, not just what they do. The artist can hear, mold, then own the music.
Each of the artists I mentioned, had someone, somewhere, invest in their introduction to music. An instrument. Countless lessons. The time of sitting and listening. Persistent encouragement. Somewhere, an adult gave to a child or teenager.
During the Christmas season there are many ways to invest in music for children and young adults. Maybe attending a concert or play, or donating to a choir or band, or an event at church where timid children learn they can express who they are in song.
Or maybe it is time to purchase an instrument and lessons for a young person. Long after the knees, shoulders and hips have informed the mind that the athletic days are over, the mind, hands, fingers and muscles can coax a masterpiece of simplicity with an instrument.
Or maybe later as an adult, a song performed in solitude in a empty house will be just the friend needed on a desperate, lonely night. No medicine can approach that.
That is the power of music. It is a friend always there. It is a reminder of hope, of pain, and of comfort. It is THE something that every child should have the opportunity to discover, even if some will not pursue. No matter what career they choose, it can help them understand who they are, no matter where they are, and no matter how the world may see them.
It could be an invaluable gift for a child this Christmas. Imagine where this county, or country, would be if someone had not encouraged and given to Dolly Parton.
Eric J. Littleton, M.D. (@DrEricLittleton) is a Family Physician in Sevierville, TN. Send questions to askdrlittleton@gmail.com
