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"You get a little age on you and you start thinking about that stuff," drawls Gosdin, 54, during a telephone conversation from his Ardmore, Alabama, home. Through the years, Gosdin had managed a good number of radio hits from records pressed by some 20 independent labels, but his cash flow was worse than nil.
"After a tour, I'd come home with less money than I'd left with," Gosdin sighs. "But I blame it on myself. I didn't really know or care about the difference in labels, and I wasn't particularly interested in the music business. You've heard it before, but all I wanted to do was play and sing. That's all. But I got myself in such a mess, I didn't think it was possible to get out of it. Man, I'm known to sign anything."
Gosdin lent his trust easily and often, exposing his heart like a carousel ring. This natural vulnerability would delay by years the success his long-ripened talents demanded and cause him heartaches by the dozen.
It would also--in a dark, desperate, creative way--serve him well.
During the years he spent shuffling between independent labels, Gosdin gained a reputation as the smoothest, rangiest baritone this side--and to some, maybe that side, too--of George Jones and Merle Haggard. Jukebox ballads like "Is It Raining at Your House," "Slow Burnin' Memory" and "If You're Gonna Do Me Wrong (Do It Right)," sung heart-in-throat with the sparest instrumentation, earned him a hard-core, if small, following. Those who wandered into the small beer houses where the graying, mustachioed, often sullen-looking Gosdin sat with his guitar--he's often been accused of having virtually no stage presence--would hear him doing just what he wanted to do: playing and singing. It was enough for them, too. They began calling him "The Voice."
Gosdin loved it, sure, but it wasn't getting him where an artist of his age needed to be. After all, most performers of his years are nearing the time when they start making retirement plans. Man, Gosdin thought, it would be awfully nice to have a pension. So he made a decision.
"I was out of here, man," he admits. "I was gonna leave Nashville and go to California. Merle Haggard had said something about doing an album together, so I thought I'd do that, then give it up."
News of Gosdin's plans to abandon Nashville and use his pickin' fingers at some Left Coast tool-and-die shop quickly traveled Music City's corridors and rattled the right cages. "Someone at [songwriter/pal] Hank Cochran's house called [producer] Bob Montgomery, who called me and said, `You're coming to Columbia Records, Vern.' It seemed so easy," Gosdin says.
Gosdin's resume makes it astonishing that this "easy" success took 30 years to find him. He was always into music, beginning with the Gosdin Family Gospel Show on WVOK in Birmingham, Alabama. But hauling rock from the fields of the family farm and chopping cotton until dark had him eyeing the dirt roads leading out of town. And then there was that guitar on which he'd play country songs--in secrecy.
"My dad didn't want me to make music. He'd been in bands before, and he didn't want me getting involved with all the bars and the fights and such," Gosdin recalls. "He said it was a waste of time. He couldn't imagine you could really make money doing it."
So Vern Gosdin went west. Successful (if not lucrative) stints with bluegrass bands took him and brother Rex to Southern California, where, in 1960, they created the Golden State Boys. Gosdin's picking prowess and that extraordinary voice garnered the Boys a lot of attention and a goodly number of admirers, including Haggard and, eventually, Chris Hillman.
The Gosdins joined the leader of the current Desert Rose Band to found the Hillmen, Chris Hillman's last stop before turn-turn-turning American music around with the Byrds. Vern Gosdin stuck around for a while, playing behind, around and occasionally opening for Hillman, Roger McGuinn, et al.
But Vern's soul was sold on pure pedal steel and fiddle music, and it didn't take long to once again find that ribbon of highway. It was then that he began what would become his three-decade tour of indie labels and bars.
Although the folks in those city saloons and backwoods bars clearly showed a fondness for the songs Gosdin played, few knew they were hearing the truth--and nothing but the truth. He sat there, playing and singing, but there was little to read from his blank face and cold eyes. It was all in the words. Since he's become a regular on the music charts and in country music magazines, most details about Vern Gosdin's three marriages and divorces have become common knowledge. The last of the three, especially, proved devastating. "I write about what happens to me, what I'm feeling about it and what I think it's gonna feel like later on," Gosdin says softly. "That's how I work through these things." While other performers sing about experiences which may or may not have been their own, Vern Gosdin's lyrics are borne from the numerous highs and lows of his own long life.