Tonight, I’m going in. If you got something to say 12 country artists, co-stars, partners, bandmates, opening acts, people who showed up, trusted them, shared the same stage, and got treated like they didn’t matter. [singing] Some of these stories have been talked about.
Most of the real details haven’t been. And you say you’d be We’re starting right now at number 12. that walks out on me. Number 12, Blake Shelton. Three rings [singing] and an answering Blake Shelton had a problem. Not a label problem, not a drinking problem, a respect problem specifically, a lack of it for the people who built every radio station that ever played his music.
[singing] In 2010, he sat down for an interview with the GAC network and went on record with something that should have stayed in his head. He said the older generation of country artists were, and I’m quoting directly here, “Old farts and jackasses.” He said, “Nobody wants to listen to their grandpa’s music, and I don’t care how many of these old farts around Nashville are going, ‘That ain’t country.
‘ Well, that’s because you don’t buy records anymore.” [singing and music] Now, maybe you hear that and think, “He was just being honest about generational shifts, about the genre evolving.” That’s a reasonable read. But here’s the thing, Ray Price heard it. Ray Price, a man with 40-plus years of chart history, who had recorded alongside Hank Williams, who was an active member of the same industry Shelton was standing in, heard that interview and responded on Facebook.
[singing] At 83 years old, he wrote that Shelton’s hair had become so large that no hat ever made will fit him. He said, “Check back in 63 years and let us know how your name and your music will be remembered.” Shelton issued an apology, called Price a personal hero, said he could have worded it better.
But here’s what gets me about that apology. The grandpa generation wasn’t some abstract concept. They were alive. They were still performing. They were showing up to the same award shows, the same industry events, the same radio convention Shelton was walking into. These were his co-stars, the people who built the house he was living in.
When someone with that platform calls them irrelevant from an interview chair, there’s no Twitter apology that fully takes it back. Price accepted the apology with grace, but you can’t unhear something once it’s been said on camera. And if you’ve ever watched someone you respect get dismissed by someone who hasn’t paid half their dues yet, you already know exactly how that lands.
Number 11, Zac Brown. Zac Brown would tell you he was just being honest, that when he sits down for an interview, he says what he means and he doesn’t apologize for caring about the music. And maybe that’s fair, up until a point. In September 2013, Brown was doing a radio interview with a station in Vancouver when the conversation turned to the state of country music.
Brown was well respected at that point. He spent years building a reputation for craft, for musicianship, for taking the genre seriously. He had standing to say something, so he said it. There are songs on the radio right now that make me ashamed to be in the same format as some other artist.
Then he named a specific person. I love Luke Bryan. He’s had some great songs. But this new song, That’s My Kind of Night, is the worst song I’ve ever heard. When songs make me want to throw up, it makes me ashamed to even be in the same genre. Here’s what that context needs. Luke Bryan and Zac Brown weren’t strangers.
Both Georgia artists, both on the same touring circuits for years. Both at the same award shows, both doing the same industry events. Brown had performed on bills with Bryan. They were co-stars in every meaningful sense. And Bryan’s song, the one Bryan said made him physically sick, was currently the number one record in country music.
Jason Aldean, one of Bryan’s closest friends, fired back on Instagram immediately. He wrote that nobody cared what Brown thought, and he was not subtle about it. The country music world picked sides for a week. Brown eventually clarified on Twitter that he was talking about the song, not Luke personally, that he respected him as an artist.
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But the damage was done. Because when you go on a radio station and tell the world that your fellow artist’s chart-topping hit makes you want to vomit, that’s not a music opinion delivered in a vacuum. That’s a public shot at someone who shares your stage. Years later, they photographed together at the CMAs hugging it out.
That reconciliation took longer than the insult took to say. Some of y’all know both of those songs. You probably already know which side of this you’re on. [singing] Let’s look at the numbers. Only 9% of you are actually subscribed. Honestly, that’s tough to see. Our team spends days hunting down archives and verifying every single fact just to tell these stories right.
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Achy Breaky Heart hit number one in seven countries. It launched a line dancing craze that pulled country music into sports bars, elementary schools, and wedding receptions that had never heard a steel guitar in their lives. It sold the genre to an audience Nashville had never reached before.
Travis Tritt hated every second of it. Tritt had built his whole identity around authenticity. Southern rock grit, real instruments, the rough edges of traditional country. He was part of that early ’90s class that was supposed to bring substance back after the pop polish sounds of the late ’80s.
He believed in something specific about what this music was supposed to be. [singing] So, when a reporter from the Associated Press asked him what he thought about Cyrus’ debut hit, he didn’t deflect. He called it frivolous. He said it doesn’t really make much of a statement. And then, and this is the line that spread everywhere, he called the music video an ass-wiggling contest.
Billy Ray Cyrus was a new artist. His debut album had just dropped. He hadn’t had time to establish himself or build a career or prove anything. And here was one of the established names in the genre, a fellow artist on the same touring circuit, someone who would eventually share the same stage, publicly humiliating his first major work in the national press.
Cyrus didn’t respond immediately. He waited 6 months. And then at the 1993 American Music Awards, accepting his award for favorite country single, he slammed his fists on the podium and said, “To those people who don’t like Achy Breaky Heart, here’s a quarter. Call someone who cares.” He used the title of Tritt’s own 1991 hit.
Nobody in that room missed the reference. Tritt apologized. Years later, he said publicly that he’d learned the lesson, that you don’t say negative things about other artists, period. The two eventually performed together at Waylon Jennings’ memorial service, which is maybe the most country way to bury a beef that’s ever existed.
But ass-wiggling contest followed Billy Ray Cyrus into the beginning of his career. And those kinds of words from inside the same genre, from someone with real standing, they do real damage to a person still finding their footing. Number nine, Charlie Rich. October 13, 1975, the CMA Awards, Nashville at its most televised, its most formal, its most watched.
Charlie Rich had won this show before. In 1973 and 1974, he was the story in country music. Behind closed doors, The Most Beautiful Girl, five consecutive number ones, the CMA Entertainer of the Year. He had been everything Nashville wanted. [applause] By 1975, things were different. He hadn’t been nominated for anything.
He wasn’t the story anymore, but they asked him to present the biggest award of the night, Entertainer of the Year. Here’s the context you need to understand what happened next. Country music was in a war with itself. The previous year, Olivia Newton-John had won Female Vocalist of the Year, and a group of traditional country artists, including Rich, had actually gathered at George Jones’ and Tammy Wynette’s house to form a coalition.
They called themselves was the Association of Country Entertainers. Their goal was to push pop crossovers out of their awards. It was that serious. So, when Rich walked out on that stage, and if you’ve ever seen the footage, you can see exactly what state he was in. He fumbled with the envelope, slurred through the nominees, and then he opened the card, saw the name, and reached into his pocket for a cigarette lighter.
He burned it, right there on live national television. Then, still holding the flaming card, he announced, “My friend, John Denver.” John Denver, a Colorado folk pop artist with no roots in country music, had won country’s top prize. And Charlie Rich had just publicly humiliated him by setting his award on fire in front of millions of viewers.
Denver walked up, accepted graciously, didn’t know what to say. There was no preparation for that. Rich’s career never fully recovered. Some people in that room cheered. Waylon Jennings later wrote in his autobiography that watching it gave him more joy than winning his own award that night. [singing] But John Denver was standing there as a co-star, as a fellow artist who had earned votes and come to receive an honor.
And Charlie Rich decided, in front of the whole industry, that he didn’t deserve to. Number eight, Jason Aldean. Maren Morris won CMA New Artist of the Year in 2016. She was one of the most critically acclaimed voices in the genre. A songwriter with genuine emotional range, a performer who didn’t need a costume to hold a room.
She was the kind of artist who makes country worth paying attention to. By 2023, she had announced she was done with country music. That doesn’t happen without a reason, and the reason has a name. It started in 2022 when Jason Aldean’s wife, Brittany, posted a video to her social media making comments widely interpreted as mocking transgender people.
Maren Morris responded. She called Brittany insurrection Barbie. It was sharp, it was public, and it was honest. Jason Aldean’s response was silence. He chose a side without saying a word. Then in 2023, Aldean released “Try That in a Small Town”, a song filmed at a Tennessee courthouse that had been the site of a historical lynching, featuring footage of Black Lives Matter protests with lyrics that listeners interpreted as a call to vigilante violence.
Morris was among the artists who publicly spoke against it. When a reporter from the Los Angeles Times asked Aldean about the feud with Morris, he said she was so far off my radar at this point that he didn’t even know her personally. That’s a specific kind of move. “So far off my radar” is not a disagreement.
It’s not a debate. It’s a dismissal. The industry speak version of saying someone doesn’t exist. Rumors spread like I know something y’all don’t know. Man, that talk is getting old. You better mind And when one of the most commercially powerful voices in contemporary country music says that about a woman who was trying to say something real about something real, that’s not nothing.
Morris said she could no longer participate in the toxic arms of this institution. She said country music was burning itself down without her help. She left. I’ll let you decide whether what she said was right or wrong. I’ll let you decide whether the genre lost something or didn’t. I already know the comments are going to be split right down the middle on this one.
But a co-star, a peer, a person who shared the same stages in the same institution, felt so dismissed that she walked away from the genre she built her career in. Number seven, Toby Keith. March 2003, Natalie Maines stood on a stage in London and said she was ashamed the president of the United States was from Texas.
The country music world came apart. [singing] But here’s what most people forget. The trouble between Maines and Toby Keith had been going on for months before London. It started in 2002 when Keith released Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue, a post 9/11 song with the lyric I can’t fully quote here.
Maines told the Los Angeles Times she hated it, that it was ignorant, that it made country music sound ignorant. Keith heard it and responded. And then, and this is the part that crosses from beef into something else entirely. Keith started using a doctored photograph at his concerts. He put it on screens behind him.
Thousands of people in arenas across the country looked up at it. It was a manipulated image of Natalie Maines standing next to Saddam Hussein. That image was shown at show after show, night after night. The message was unambiguous. This woman is equivalent to a terrorist dictator. Maines responded by wearing a shirt to the 2003 ACM Awards that read F.U.C.K.
The band said it stood for Friends United Together in Kindness. Years later Maines confirmed it did not stand for that. Keith eventually called a truce. A tragedy in his personal circle made the feud feel pointless and he said so publicly. He was willing to move on. But Natalie Maines’ country career never recovered.
The Chicks’ music was blacklisted from country radio for years. The audience they’d spent a decade building evaporated almost overnight. There were multiple causes, their own choices among them, but the Saddam photo didn’t live in isolation. It attached a political target to someone’s face while that face was already under fire. There’s a difference between criticism and weaponization.
One says, “I think you’re wrong.” The other says, “I want other people to come after you.” If you were following country music in 2003, you already know which one that image was. Number six, the Wilburn Brothers. When Loretta Lynn arrived in Nashville in 1960, she was 27 years old from Butcher Hollow, Kentucky, and she had never negotiated a business contract in her life.
She had a hit single, a husband who believed in her, and exactly zero protection against what was coming. [singing] The Wilburn Brothers, Doyle and Teddy, were among the most powerful men in country music at the time. Opera stars, label insiders, syndicated TV hosts, publishing moguls, concert promoters. They offered to bring Loretta into their circle, and it seemed like exactly the break she’d been looking for.
They got her signed to Decca Records. They put her on their touring bill. They featured her on their nationally syndicated TV show. By every visible measure, they were mentors. But here’s what was happening underneath. The Wilburn Brothers publishing company, Sure-Fire Music, signed Loretta to a songwriter’s deal that handed them the publishing rights to everything she wrote, every song, as long as they controlled the company.
[singing and music] Think about what that included. Coal Miner’s Daughter, You Ain’t Woman Enough, Fist City. 114 songs that Loretta Lynn wrote out of her own life, her own poverty, her own marriage, her own survival. The royalties from those songs flowed in significant part to the Wilburn Brothers for decades.
[singing] She eventually sued to break free. The battle was long. The relationship dissolved in acrimony, and when she finally won back some of her copyrights, it was because both Wilburn brothers had died, and she was fighting their estate. You know what it is when someone offers you a hand up and uses the grip to hold you down? The Wilburns are in the history books as the men who launched Loretta Lynn.
That’s true, but it is only half the story. [singing] She wrote Coal Miner’s Daughter in 1969. She was writing about her own life, her own father, her own memory, and for years she didn’t fully own it. Stay with me on this one. Because the next entry has the same institution at the center of it and a completely different kind of destruction.
[singing] Number five, Johnny Cash. There are two versions of Johnny Cash. The one that made it into the mythology, the Man in Black, the prison concerts, the late career renaissance with Rick Rubin. And then there’s the version from the early 1960s that the people who worked alongside him at the Grand Ole Opry know.
Cash had a drug problem that was serious before most people had heard his name outside of country radio. Amphetamines to stay awake, barbiturates to come down, alcohol alongside both. He’d been using to survive the touring schedules since the mid-50s. By the early 60s, it had progressed to the point where nobody sharing the stage with him knew what they were going to get on any given night.
The Grand Ole Opry was the most important live stage in country music. Every artist in Nashville wanted a place on it. It was shared property. Every performer who stood there was contributing to an institution that gave all of them legitimacy, audience, and a name worth something on a marquee. [singing] In October 1965, Johnny Cash arrived at the Ryman Auditorium for his Opry appearance and was in no condition to be there.
He took the stage and when there was a problem with his microphone, he did something nobody in that building expected. He grabbed the mic stand and dragged it all the way across the front of the stage, footlight by footlight, every single one. Glass from the shattered bulbs scattered over the audience members in the front rows.
Minnie Pearl, other Opry regulars, artists who had done nothing wrong, who had shown up professionally, who were waiting to perform on the same stage he just destroyed. His bass player, Marshall Grant, was told after the show, “Get him out of here and don’t bring him back.” Cash was banned from the Grand Ole Opry.
He later remembered it almost casually. “I don’t know how bad they wanted me in the first place, but the night I broke all the lights on the stage with the microphone stand, they said they couldn’t use me anymore.” He eventually was allowed to return. He performed there on and off until his death in 2003.
That’s a real redemption arc and it’s real, but Minnie Pearl still had to perform in the dark. I walk the line. Number four, Hank Williams Sr. We could find us a brand new recipe. Hank Williams’ debut at the Grand Ole Opry on June 11, 1949 is one of the defining moments in country music history.
He performed Lovesick Blues. The audience called back six times. Six encores. The Opry had never seen that before and hasn’t seen it since. He was supposed to be the future. Hey, sweet baby. Don’t you think maybe Three years later on August 11, 1952, Opry manager Jim Denny called Hank Williams and told him he was fired.
The collapse between those two moments is a story about addiction. About alcohol and painkillers that were destroying everything around him. But inside that story is another one that usually gets skipped over. What happened to the other people on that stage? I got a hot rod Ford and a two-dollar meal.
And I know a spot Every time Hank no-showed, someone else had to cover. Every time the Opry scrambled a replacement, extended someone else’s set, or had to explain to an audience why their headliner wasn’t there. That was Hank’s consequences being handed off to the people around him. Performers who had prepared, who had shown up, who were left holding a program that had been built around someone who wasn’t there.
Have fun come along with me saying, “Hey, good looking.” Jim Denny had visited Hank personally before the August 9th show, pleaded for one more chance, told him he absolutely had to be there. Two days later, Hank no-showed again and showed up drunk to the sponsored event the day after.
Denny later said it was the toughest thing he’d ever done in his life. Right over the hill, that’s where the popping and the dancing is free. So, if you want The Grand Ole Opry has never reinstated Hank Williams as a member, not posthumously, not symbolically. His grandson launched a petition, more than 60,000 signatures. The Opry said no.
He died on January 1, 1953, 5 months after being fired. He was 29 years old. Here’s what I found myself thinking about when I revisit this. There were other people at every one of those shows he missed. Session musicians, touring partners, other Opry members who built their whole week around a bill that had his name on it. They don’t get the myth.
They got the canceled show and the silence. Hank Williams was the greatest country songwriter who ever lived. I believe that without qualification. A genius doesn’t make anyone else’s stage time less disrupted. [singing] Number three, Porter Wagoner. In 1967, Dolly Parton was 21 years old.
Porter Wagoner was the most powerful man in syndicated country television. His show was the number one syndicated country program in America, running on hundreds of stations. He offered her a job. It was more money than she’d ever seen in her life. She took it. For 7 years it worked. 13 albums together, top 10 hits.
They were a real team. And on stage, the chemistry was undeniable. But by 1974, Dolly Parton had grown beyond the frame Porter had built for her. She was a solo star in every meaningful sense, and she wanted her own path. So, she wrote him what may be the most gracious professional farewell in country music history.
[singing] She wrote I will always love you, performed it for for privately, and told him she was leaving. What came after was not gracious. Porter Wagoner spent the next several years telling the press that Dolly Parton was a person he would never trust with anything of his, that she had put her career above her own family, that she was only out for herself.
He said in print repeatedly things that were designed to damage how the industry saw her. And then in 1979, 5 years after she left, he sued her for $3 million. He claimed she owed him 15% of her income, past and future. His lawyers argued that because he had helped build her career, he was entitled to a percentage of everything she would ever earn for the rest of her life.
Dolly Parton could have fought it in court. She believed she could have won, but the legal battle would have destroyed her family, cost years, and consumed everything she’d built. She settled for approximately $1 million. She later wrote about it. “It took me a while to pay it off, but he got the first million dollars I ever made, the first million dollars, from a woman who wrote him a song to say goodbye with love.
” [singing] Porter Wagoner performed with Dolly at the Grand Ole Opry near the end of his life. She was by his side when he died in 2007. The reconciliation was real. Their friendship at the end was real, but she paid him the first million dollars she ever made. [singing] Number two, Jerry Lee Lewis.
Jerry Lee Lewis operated on a specific theory of the world, that he was at the top of it, and everyone around him existed at his convenience. Co-performers back in musicians, opening acts, promoters, they were all supporting cast in a story that had one star. He was not subtle about it.
On shared bills with other legendary names, Lewis reportedly set his piano on fire to close his set and walked off stage. His standing challenge to anyone booked after him was simple, follow that. Most couldn’t. Easy now, shake. He was known for treating his band like they were interchangeable. He was difficult, unpredictable, and impossible to prepare for.
The musicians who worked alongside him over the years understood the job description. Show up, stay out of his way, be ready for anything. But here’s the moment that goes beyond difficult. September 29, 1976, Jerry Lee Lewis’s 41st birthday. There was a party at his home near Memphis. At some point in the evening, Lewis shot his bass player. The man’s name was Norman Owens.
He was there because his employer was having a birthday party. He ended up in the hospital with two gunshot wounds to the chair. Lewis’s account of what happened involved a soda bottle and varying degrees of intention. What is not disputed is that Norman Owens, the man who showed up to play the low end underneath every note Jerry Lee Lewis ever played on stage, was shot twice in the chest. He survived.
Lewis was never charged. His career continued. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inducted him in its first year of eligibility. He kept performing for decades. The Country Music Hall of Fame never opened its doors to him, but he continued to operate with the kind of impunity that that only fame and money can provide.
And Norman Owens, who had done nothing wrong, who had gone to a birthday party for the man he worked for, has no entry in any Hall of anything. NOW, LET’S GO. IF YOU’VE EVER watched someone do something that would have ended anyone else, and watched them walk away untouched, you already understand the specific frustration of that.
Number one, George Jones. George Jones and Tammy Wynette were country music’s greatest love story. At least, that’s what it looked like from the outside. Their voices together were something that couldn’t be manufactured. We’re going to hold on, Golden Ring, Two Story House. The records sold.
The awards came. They were the king and queen. And Tammy Wynette, who had already built a solo career on the emotional truth of standing by your man, found herself having to live that song in ways nobody should ever have to. Jones’s alcoholism had always been there, but during their marriage, it accelerated.
He would disappear for days before shows they were supposed to play together, shared billing, shared stages, shows that had been booked, promoted, and sold to audiences who came specifically to see them both. He would arrive for those shows drunk. He would be held upright by roadies. He would sometimes barely make it through a set while Tammy, professionally dressed, prepared, and standing beside him, did the work of keeping the show together.
When she hid his car keys to prevent him from driving drunk, he found a riding lawnmower and it on the highway to a liquor store. The story sounds almost funny until you remember there was a woman at home who had hidden those keys because she was scared. He disappeared for weeks at a time. He used cocaine.
He was by almost every account from people who were there, genuinely terrifying to love. They divorced in 1975. Tammy Wynette spent years recovering, physically, professionally, personally. She had given the most productive years of her career to a partnership that was slowly taking everything from her. [singing] George Jones died in 2013.
He’s in the Country Music Hall of Fame. He is, by almost any measure, the greatest male voice in the history of country music. That’s not a small thing. He earned it. Tammy Wynette died in 1998. She is in the Country Music Hall of Fame, too, inducted in 1998, the same year she died.
Her induction was posthumous and came decades after it should have. [singing] She wrote Stand by Your Man in 1968, 2 years before she married George Jones. She couldn’t have known, not fully, what that song was going to cost her to mean. Some co-stars don’t get to leave the story the way they came in, and some legacies only get fully told when someone decides the whole truth is worth saying out loud.
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