I met Doc Watson in a Walmart in Boone N.C. about twenty years ago while I was on vacation. He went by us with his wife, holding lightly to the buggy. I was 50 years old and was just awestruck. "That's Doc Watson!" I whispered to my wife, so excited I almost couldn't speak. "You should go up and say hi," she said, but I didn't want to intrude. Doc, with his amazing hearing, caught the whole exchange. "Son, step on up here." He introduced us to his wife and we talked for about five minutes about music and life. He asked how long we'd been married and when I told him 22 years he smiled. He shook both our hands and continued on with his shopping. One of the high points of my life.
I met Doc Watson when I was 10 years old in 1961. This was before he became world famous. My father was his cousin and my grandfather lived just down the road from Doc. So my father took me up to Doc's house and we sat in his kitchen and as my father and Doc talked, he asked Doc if he could play something for him and me. Doc was happy to do so and he played and sang for me and my father. Doc was a wonderful man. Little did I know then, just how lucky I was. Something to remember.
Incredible Doc can still make those chromatic runs up and down the guitar at 90 years old. When he got real sick several years ago, Earl Scruggs flew him to a hospital in his private plane and stayed with him until he recovered. Both loved The Lord and were national treasures.
I saw Doc perform on the streets of Lenoir, NC when I was a child. Our pastor, Gene Watson, was Doc's first cousin. Doc sang at Gene's mother's and father's funerals. I went to Merlefest (which is held about 15 miles from my home) many times and looked forward to seeing Doc. It's not the same without him. One year on Sunday morning, he sang "Wayfaring Stranger," and I cried because it was one of my mother's favorite hymns and she had died just the week before. There's a wonderful bronze statue of Doc sitting on a bench and holding his guitar; it's in downtown Boone, NC. Doc proved that being blind is a handicap only if one lets it be. He was a wonderful man.
The best flatpicker EVER! I've heard them all and none achieve the cleanness and tone of his picking. His was a talent from God and I'm sure God has him picking for a heavenly concert every evening.
Doc was a trooper. I don't think he was feeling well the last few months of his life, but it didn't stop him from doing what he loved best, playing for the folks. R.I.P Doc.
Doc was said to have said he wished to be remembered as a good man, not a good musician. He was a great man who happened to be a great musician as well.
When a man gets to do what he loves until the day he dies is a truly wondrous thing to behold. I would say Rest In Peace but I wouldn't mean it - I imagine ol' Doc is sitting in that town square up there putting on quite a show.
I am from Greece. I heard Doc playing his music 28 years ago. Since then he is one my most beloved singers and song writers. From him i learned Bluegrass, from Howlin' Wolf the Blues and from Richman the light side of rock 'n' roll...Thank you Doc for all the great moments i had listening your music...may God rest your soul.
That was my old man's favorite hymn...he's been home 20 years on 7 November...I always think of him when I hear this hymn.. RIP George A. Hyatt...the best dad a kid could ever hope to have.
I can't believe your gone eight years, November 19, 2008. My life, will NEVER be the same without you, you were not only my Dad you were my BEST friend. I can't, go on anymore Daddy, I feel so lost without you in this cold world. Why, can't God let me be with you again? Rest in peace, my precious Angel I love you Daddy. Always know, you will NEVER be forgotten. I love you with all my heart.
I met Doc Watson in a Walmart in Boone N.C. about twenty years ago while I was on vacation. He went by us with his wife, holding lightly to the buggy. I was 50 years old and was just awestruck. "That's Doc Watson!" I whispered to my wife, so excited I almost couldn't speak. "You should go up and say hi," she said, but I didn't want to intrude. Doc, with his amazing hearing, caught the whole exchange. "Son, step on up here." He introduced us to his wife and we talked for about five minutes about music and life. He asked how long we'd been married and when I told him 22 years he smiled. He shook both our hands and continued on with his shopping. One of the high points of my life.
I met Doc Watson when I was 10 years old in 1961. This was before he became world famous. My father was his cousin and my grandfather lived just down the road from Doc. So my father took me up to Doc's house and we sat in his kitchen and as my father and Doc talked, he asked Doc if he could play something for him and me. Doc was happy to do so and he played and sang for me and my father. Doc was a wonderful man. Little did I know then, just how lucky I was. Something to remember.
Incredible Doc can still make those chromatic runs up and down the guitar at 90 years old. When he got real sick several years ago, Earl Scruggs flew him to a hospital in his private plane and stayed with him until he recovered. Both loved The Lord and were national treasures.
Doc Watson died May 29, 2012. This performance was April 29, 2012. May he rest in peace, singing on forever!
I saw Doc perform on the streets of Lenoir, NC when I was a child. Our pastor, Gene Watson, was Doc's first cousin. Doc sang at Gene's mother's and father's funerals. I went to Merlefest (which is held about 15 miles from my home) many times and looked forward to seeing Doc. It's not the same without him. One year on Sunday morning, he sang "Wayfaring Stranger," and I cried because it was one of my mother's favorite hymns and she had died just the week before. There's a wonderful bronze statue of Doc sitting on a bench and holding his guitar; it's in downtown Boone, NC. Doc proved that being blind is a handicap only if one lets it be. He was a wonderful man.
The best flatpicker EVER! I've heard them all and none achieve the cleanness and tone of his picking. His was a talent from God and I'm sure God has him picking for a heavenly concert every evening.
Who the hell thumbs down a man's final performance on this Earth? I never seen the likes of some people on youtube.
Doc was a trooper. I don't think he was feeling well the last few months of his life, but it didn't stop him from doing what he loved best, playing for the folks. R.I.P Doc.
He's 89 in this clip and still picking with the best of em. If I make it to 89 I'll be happy if I can still pick my nose.
Doc was said to have said he wished to be remembered as a good man, not a good musician. He was a great man who happened to be a great musician as well.
I was lucky enough to book Doc 2 times... fly with him in a small jet and have dinner with him...one of the great memories of my long musical life
Some people don't realize this is sacred stuff here! Blessed art Doc and Blessed art this wonderful old American Hymn!
When a man gets to do what he loves until the day he dies is a truly wondrous thing to behold. I would say Rest In Peace but I wouldn't mean it - I imagine ol' Doc is sitting in that town square up there putting on quite a show.
Doc Watson. He fought the good fight. He ran the good race until the end. What a great human being.
I am from Greece. I heard Doc playing his music 28 years ago. Since then he is one my most beloved singers and song writers. From him i learned Bluegrass, from Howlin' Wolf the Blues and from Richman the light side of rock 'n' roll...Thank you Doc for all the great moments i had listening your music...may God rest your soul.
What is art at its highest?
That was my old man's favorite hymn...he's been home 20 years on 7 November...I always think of him when I hear this hymn.. RIP George A. Hyatt...the best dad a kid could ever hope to have.
A guitar jedi if there ever was one.
Rest easy brother Doc. A true source of divine inspiration,on the level of which very few will ever know.
I can't believe your gone eight years, November 19, 2008. My life, will NEVER be the same without you, you were not only my Dad you were my BEST friend. I can't, go on anymore Daddy, I feel so lost without you in this cold world. Why, can't God let me be with you again? Rest in peace, my precious Angel I love you Daddy. Always know, you will NEVER be forgotten. I love you with all my heart.