Roy Clark. Hero, Friend, and Brother. I admired Roy Clark as a musician, entertainer, and a friend. He was funny, nice, complimentary, appreciative of his fans, generous, cool and had a charming personality. The last time I got to visit Roy, he spent 2-3 hours with me. It was tremendous for me, but I think it was really good for him as well, as he talked about things that meant a lot to him earlier in his life. For instance, he talked a lot about Grandpa Jones. We both shared the experience of having been Grandpa’s backup guitar player. In fact, Roy told me that it was his first good job. We both shared Grandpa stories and were both cracking up because he was such a funny character. Of course you’d see Grandpa on Hee Haw with Roy, but one may not understand the respect and love Roy had for him personally. Grandpa was a mentor to him.
There is a segment in my book, “The Lights of Marfa,” about giving Roy my Uncle’s guitar. Someone told me once that they heard an interview on television and they asked Roy what was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him, and he told the story of a young man who met him after one of his shows and thought someone was trying to sell him a guitar, and when he saw the case he knew exactly what that guitar was and how he gave it to him. It was a 1939 Martin D-45. Roy actually borrowed it from my Uncle when he played Madison Square Garden. The reason I’m telling you this is because of the blessings that it returned to my own life. This is a sowing and reaping thing. (Galatians 6:7)