Whiskey River (Take My Mind)

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Whiskey River (Take My Mind)

The True Story of Texas Honky-Tonk

By Johnny Bush with Rick Mitchell

The legendary singer-songwriter who wrote Willie Nelson’s signature song “Whiskey River” tells about his life in honky-tonk music.

2007

$24.95$16.72

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Hardcover

6 x 9 | 278 pp. | 43 illustrations

ISBN: 978-0-292-71490-8

When it comes to Texas honky-tonk, nobody knows the music or the scene better than Johnny Bush. Author of Willie Nelson's classic concert anthem "Whiskey River," and singer of hits such as "You Gave Me a Mountain," "Undo the Right," "Jim, Jack and Rose," and "I'll Be There," Johnny Bush is a legend in country music, a singer-songwriter who has lived the cheatin', hurtin', hard-drinkin' life and recorded some of the most heart-wrenching songs about it. He has one of the purest honky-tonk voices ever to come out of Texas. And Bush's career has been just as dramatic as his songs—on the verge of achieving superstardom in the early 1970s, he was sidelined by a rare vocal disorder that he combated for thirty years. But, survivor that he is, Bush is once again filling dance halls across Texas and inspiring a new generation of musicians who crave the authenticity—the "pure D" country—that Johnny Bush has always had and that Nashville country music has lost.

In Whiskey River (Take My Mind), Johnny Bush tells the twin stories of his life and of Texas honky-tonk music. He recalls growing up poor in Houston's Kashmere Gardens neighborhood and learning his chops in honky-tonks around Houston and San Antonio—places where chicken wire protected the bandstand and deadly fights broke out regularly. Bush vividly describes life on the road in the 1960s as a band member for Ray Price and Willie Nelson, including the booze, drugs, and one-night stands that fueled his songs but destroyed his first three marriages. He remembers the time in the early 1970s when he was hotter than Willie and on the fast track to superstardom—until spasmodic dysphonia forced his career into the slow lane. Bush describes his agonizing, but ultimately successful struggle to keep performing and rebuild his fan base, as well as the hard-won happiness he has found in his personal life.

Woven throughout Bush's autobiography is the never-before-told story of Texas honky-tonk music, from Bob Wills and Floyd Tillman to Junior Brown and Pat Green. Johnny Bush has known almost all the great musicians, past and present, and he has wonderful stories to tell. Likewise, he offers shrewd observations on how the music business has changed since he started performing in the 1950s—and pulls no punches in saying how Nashville music has lost its country soul. For everyone who loves genuine country music, Johnny Bush, Willie Nelson, and stories of triumph against all odds, Whiskey River (Take My Mind) is a must-read.

  • Foreword by Willie Nelson
  • Introduction
  • Acknowledgments
  • Prologue
  • 1. I Love You So Much It Hurts
  • 2. The Pipeliner Blues
  • 3. Forever and Always
  • 4. Crazy Arms
  • 5. Night Life
  • 6. Devil's Disciple
  • 7. The Other Woman
  • 8. The Sound of a Heartache
  • 9. Undo the Right
  • 10. You Gave Me a Mountain
  • 11. Whiskey River
  • 12. Man with No Soul at All
  • 13. Time Changes Everything
  • 14. Please Talk to My Heart
  • 15. Home to Texas
  • Johnny Bush Discography
  • Selected Reading List

The Encyclopedia of Country Music, compiled by the Country Music Foundation in Nashville and published by Oxford University Press in 1998, has this description of Johnny Bush:

With his early musical associations with both Willie Nelson and Ray Price, singer-songwriter John Bush Shinn III was a minor but significant figure in 1960s and 1970s Texas honky-tonk. Bush's most enduring claim to fame is the song "Whiskey River," which he wrote and had a Top Twenty country hit with in 1972.

With a vocal style hauntingly—perhaps damningly—reminiscent of Ray Price, Bush enjoyed minor chart success between 1969 and 1981 on Stop Records and RCA Records, as well as various independent labels. But his career was more than once hampered by a severe neurological condition that affected his voice . . .

The entry, written by veteran country music critic Bob Allen, goes on to mention Bush's early years playing nightclubs around Houston and San Antonio, his apprenticeships in nationally touring bands led by Nelson and Price, his Top 10 solo hits "Undo the Right" and "You Gave Me a Mountain," and Nelson's subsequent adoption of "Whiskey River" as an in-concert theme song. The brief entry concludes by noting Bush's 1998 "comeback" album, Talk to My Heart.

All true, and fair enough as far as it goes. So why is a "minor figure" in country music such as Johnny Bush writing his own book?

The first response to that question is for me to suggest that you read the book. As told in Bush's colorful—at times, extremely colorful—first-person narrative, the work provides its own best artistic justification. Bush proves himself to be as masterful at telling a story as he is at singing and songwriting.

Whiskey River (Take My Mind): The True Story of Texas Honky-Tonk is the story of the golden age of Texas country music in the 1950s and '60s—where that music came from and where it has gone. Bob Wills, Moon Mullican, and George Jones are part of this story. So are Charley Pride, George Strait, and Junior Brown. Over the course of the past half century, Johnny Bush has crossed paths with virtually everybody who is anybody in country music, and at some point they all turn up here, usually accompanied by a priceless anecdote or two.

The book is also an unflinchingly honest accounting of one man's life, the "kid from Kashmere Gardens with mud on his shoes," as Bush refers to himself. In fact, I can't recall another country autobiography—and I've read quite a few of them—in which the author has been so brutally honest, both in assessing his own personal shortcomings as well as in stating his professional opinion of what has become of the music to which he has devoted his life. Bush minces few words when discussing his disdain for mainstream contemporary country music, which in his view has gained the world only to lose its soul.

This is no smiley-faced Nashville whitewash job. Whiskey River (Take My Mind): The True Story of Texas Honky-Tonk is everything a book about country music ought to be and almost never is. Bush's tale is equal parts funny and tragic, smart and stupid, happy and sad, sacred and profane.

Johnny Bush's stature within the tradition of Texas honky-tonk music cannot be accurately measured by an objective appraisal of his national chart successes. No, he is not a household name like his friends Ray Price and Willie Nelson. Nor is he Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, Hank Thompson, Lefty Frizzell, or George Jones, although he's known all of them and shared a bandstand with most of them in a career spanning more than fifty years.

But to those people everywhere who really know and love country music, Bush is more than a household name. He is a hero.

Back in the day, before media conglomerates and programming consultants gobbled up the dial in every major market in America, you didn't necessarily hear the identical radio playlist in Fort Worth and San Antonio that you did in Nashville and New York. Bush's records might have gone Top 10 or Top 20 nationally, but they went straight to No. 1 in every city and town in Texas, as well as in many other markets across the South and West.

Bush's late-sixties and early-seventies recordings brilliantly combined the influence of his two primary musical mentors, Nelson and Price. From the latter, he took the fiddle-'n'-steel sound and the two-step shuffle beat that remain, to this day, at the heart and soul of true Texas honky-tonk. From the former, he gained an appreciation for intelligent song craft. Nelson's lyrics on underrated classics such as "A Moment Isn't Very Long" and "Undo the Right," written a full decade before the Red-Headed Stranger became a pig-tailed national icon, brought a stoic, philosophical sophistication to a genre often derided, then and now, for its self-conscious reliance on corn-fed clichés.

When Price's career veered toward the middle of the road, abandoning the fiddle and the pedal steel for full studio orchestrations, Bush picked up the fallen torch for the Texas shuffle sound. By that time he was well on the way to developing his own unmistakable vocal style, similar to Price's but relying on a vibrato-laden upper register that earned him the honorary title of "the Country Caruso."

Cornell Hurd, now a mainstay of the Austin alternative-country scene, was the fledgling leader of a West Coast hippie-country band in the early seventies when he first encountered Johnny Bush's music:

Ray Price's sixties records were favorites with my band. Once I heard that big Texas shuffle—the fiddle, the steel guitar—I was hooked.

When Johnny's monster recording of "Whiskey River" hit the charts, it was absolutely amazing. It will always be amazing to me. In a world where country music had begun its long descent into "today's hot country," here was a record! It was a call to arms, like a SUPERCHARGED Ray Price record, with everything pushed to the firewall: more fiddles, a bigger beat, the epitome of hard-core, whiskey-drinkin', honky-tonk subject matter.

Johnny Bush's "Whiskey River" is still the ultimate whiskey-drinkin' Texas shuffle.

Bush's recordings and live performances had an even more immediate impact on musicians in his home state of Texas. Weyman McBride, a San Antonio native who later played lead guitar with Bush's Bandolero Band, recalls the first time he saw Bush playing live:

If you were in a band in Texas, you had to play quite a bit of Johnny Bush music because the crowd was going to demand it. The dance crowd loved it because it was fantastic Texas dance music, and the players loved it because the melodies were great, the playing was great, and anything John sang was always his song from that point on.

The musician that came to hear the Bandoleros for the first time was always a little shaken by the difference in the live performance. There was the dancing and the noise of the crowd, and the tempos seemed a little faster. But the biggest difference was the energy of the band. On the live shows, John would let the players take full solos. Some of the greatest musicians in the world play in country bands and you rarely notice it because many times the songs don't give them a chance to play. Johnny Bush gives them that chance. Maybe it's because John is a player himself, but whatever the reason, he always attracts good musicians to his bands and he lets them do what they love.

Between the Red River and the Rio Grande, Johnny Bush was a superstar and he is a legend, which is why—thirty years since his last real national hit—he can still fill up a dance hall anywhere in the state, and why subsequent generations of Texas country artists, from George Strait to Pat Green, still genuflect to his legacy.

Whiskey River (Take My Mind): The True Story of Texas Honky-Tonk is Bush's passionate and insightful view of the musical tradition he's helped create, nurture, and sustain. He takes us into the rough-and-tumble honky-tonks where the music was born and bred. We travel with the author on the long bus rides between gigs, where boredom and loneliness were leavened by alcohol and drugs, not to mention the frequent company of friendly female fans. (Just in case anyone had any doubts, the relationship of the male musician to the female "groupie" long predates rock and roll.)

Those whose views of country musicians have been shaped by the sanctimonious image historically presented by the Grand Ole Opry, or by the hippie-versus-redneck sociology of the 1960s, may find themselves taken aback by the sheer debauchery that often characterized the honky-tonk lifestyle. Bush's generation of musicians—as well as many of those who came before them—could party as long and as hard as any of today's young rockers and rappers. Bush tells of one instance in the early sixties when every musician in the band was smoking reefer except Willie Nelson.

We get to know Willie pretty well in these pages. Those who've read Nelson's own autobiographies will see a different but no less intriguing portrait here. From their initial meeting as teenagers in San Antonio in the early 1950s to the time they spent together touring clubs in Texas in the 1960s and right up to the present, Nelson has served as a good friend, a supportive big brother, and an artistic mentor to Bush. It was Nelson who helped Bush land the gig playing drums with Ray Price. It was Nelson who financed and produced Bush's debut solo album. And it was Nelson who adopted Bush's "Whiskey River" as an in-concert theme song, subsequently recording it too many times to count, and providing Bush with a source of royalty income that helped him survive the lean years in the 1970s and '80s. If Bush is the often-insecure, all-too-human protagonist of this story, Nelson is the epic cowboy hero. If you have not already done so, read Willie's foreword to this book. Only men who know and love each other like brothers can talk to each other like that and get away with it.

In addition to the previously unexamined cultural history, there is also a significant amount of unpretentiously astute musicology in this book. For example, Bush's analysis of the importance of the pedal steel guitar in country music is more penetrating than anything I've read by a music critic or a music scholar. This is a musician talking, a man who knows what it's like to be on the bandstand with the best steel guitarists who've ever lived. When Bush compares the crying sound of a pedal steel guitar to "the sound of a heartache, above the noise of happy people in that crowd," he's speaking as an artist, not as an observer.

For me, what is most remarkable about this account is how the development of the music so closely mirrors the events in Bush's personal life. Perhaps part of the reason he could sing so persuasively about drinkin' and cheatin', as well the oppressive sense of guilt that accompanied such behavior, is that he was singing about his own life. Bush's narrative proceeds along two parallel tracks—one personal and one professional—until the trains collide just at the point where he is on the verge of national superstardom.

In 1972, as RCA Records was set to release "Whiskey River," Bush experienced every singer's nightmare: he lost his voice. At first he was unable to sustain the high notes onstage. The problem worsened until he could hardly speak, although he never completely lost the ability to sing. After years of misdiagnosis, Bush's condition was finally identified as spasmodic dysphonia, a neurological disorder that affects an estimated one out of 35,000 people. With the help of operatic vocal exercises, Bush eventually regained his ability to sing well. He estimates that he now operates at about 75 to 80 percent of where he was in his prime, which is good enough to put any ordinary singer to shame.

Understandably, Bush has pondered what might have been had he not lost his voice at such in an inopportune time. The late Tommy Hill, a respected Nashville insider who produced many of Bush's recordings from the sixties through the nineties, had no doubts. "If Johnny Bush had not had a voice problem, he would have been one of the heaviest artists in the business today," Hill told me in 1997. "Put his version of 'You Gave Me a Mountain' against Marty Robbins's or Frankie Laine's. Nobody had more tonal control and perfect pitch than Bush had. That's just my opinion, but I think I know country music."

When I met Johnny Bush in 1989, he was unable to carry on a simple phone conversation. When we began working on this book, in 1999, he still had great difficulty maintaining a regular conversational flow. Our taping sessions were at times excruciating, and transcribing the tapes was not easy, which is part of the reason the book took so long to finish.

For decades Bush was convinced that God was punishing him for his sins. However, there is a happy ending to this story. He has renewed his faith in God. He is finally married to the right woman. He's cutting good albums again. And thanks to a revolutionary treatment in which minute amounts of Botox are injected directly into the muscle around the vocal cords, Johnny has regained his ability to speak naturally. The downside to this treatment is that he must speak and sing in a lower key. He now sounds more like Johnny Cash than Enrico Caruso. But, hey, it didn't hurt Cash's career, and Bush's recent acoustic album, Devil's Disciple, might open a door to a new audience, as did Cash's unplugged recordings in the twilight of his career.

It is the clandestine conceit of this book that the two stories told here are really one. Johnny Bush's autobiography is the true story of Texas honky-tonk, which is why this book needed to be written. From his hardscrabble upbringing in Houston and teenage years working in the Gulf Coast oil patch to his recent induction into the Texas Country Music Hall of Fame along with his first hero, the late Lefty Frizzell, Bush has led a life exemplifying the joy and pain of a glorious and timeless art form that deserves more critical respect and academic interest than it has yet to receive.

Some of the things Bush did, some of the things he says, and some of the ways he says them, may offend some readers. But to quote Tom T. Hall's song "Old Jethro":

Now some will condemn me for writing
A song about a man and his wife
But a man can't write unless he relates all the things that He sees in his life
Now some will condemn me for cursing
But much can be said for this girl
Who gave her heart to old Jethro
And her body to the whole damn world.

And as long as the Whiskey River don't run dry in Texas, you can bet there will be some lost soul to plunk a quarter in the jukebox and punch up an old record by Johnny Bush.

Whiskey river, take my mind
Don't let her memory torture me
Whiskey river, don't run dry
You're all I've got, take care of me.

It was the summer of 1972. I was booked at Dance Town, USA in Houston, Texas—the largest dance-hall venue in the Southwest and a place where I'd enjoyed great success in previous appearances.

The show was sold out. Both parking lots were full, and cars were lined up down the block on both sides of Airline Drive.

"Whiskey River," my first release on RCA Records, was the No. 1 record in Houston and all across Texas. It looked to be the biggest hit I'd ever had.

I'd previously enjoyed a successful five-year recording career with such hits as "What a Way to Live," Undo the Right," "You Gave Me a Mountain," "My Cup Runneth Over," and "I'll Be There." Most of these songs had reached No. 1 in the Texas market and gone Top 10 or Top 20 nationally.

In 1969, I'd been voted the Most Promising Male Vocalist in country music by Record World magazine—the equivalent to today's Country Music Association Horizon Award. Bob Claypool, the music critic at the Houston Post, had proclaimed me "the Country Caruso."

This rising star, a hometown boy made good, was the one the crowd had come to see and hear perform. I loved playing to the Houston crowd. This was special. This was home, the city where I'd been born and raised.

The familiar preshow adrenaline rush began. But on this night it was different. This wasn't the natural high of anticipation and excitement I usually welcomed before a performance.

What I felt on this night was fear.

A few months earlier, during a performance in South Texas, something strange had happened. I began to experience a tightness in my voice. The high notes—which in the past had come as easily and naturally to me as breathing—became raspy and strangled. It was if my throat was being choked off.

It came on without warning. After examining my larynx, the doctors had told me that they could find nothing wrong with my vocal cords. They had suggested that the problem lay elsewhere, that I was suffering from stress and fatigue brought on by my heavy work schedule.

True, I was tired. In one year I had toured from Florida to California, in addition to appearing regularly on the Texas dance-hall circuit, where I was one of the top-drawing acts.

I was also experiencing problems in my marriage, which were contributing to the stress.

One doctor suggested that I take some time to rest my voice and straighten out my personal life. He wrote me a prescription for Valium, and lots of it.

But I couldn't do that just as my career was on the verge of lifting off to the next level. I needed to keep performing and to stay in the public eye to promote my new record.

I tap-danced my way through the performance. The crowd loved it, but I didn't. I knew I was not at my best. When I'd go to hit the high notes, my voice would choke off and I would have to compensate by controlling my breath and not pushing it to the limit the way I was used to doing.

I kept hoping that whatever this condition was, it would disappear as suddenly as it had come on. But it didn't.

Johnny Bush was inducted into the Texas Country Music Hall of Fame in 2003. His recent albums include Texas State of Mind, Talk To My Heart, Lost Highway Saloon, Green Snakes, and Honky Tonic. He lives in San Antonio.

Rick Mitchell was the country music critic at the Houston Chronicle for ten years. He is the author of Garth Brooks: One of a Kind, Workin' On a Full House and has written about all kinds of music for the past thirty years. He lives in Houston.

Praise for Johnny Bush and Whiskey River (Take My Mind):

"Johnny Bush and I started out together... The story contained in this book is gospel."

—Charley Pride

"From the crown of his western hat down to the tips of his needle-nosed James Leddy cowboy boots, Johnny Bush is pure-D Texas from the get-go. His telling reads like a honky-tonk song, only real; you can hear the hurtin', heartache, cheatin', and pain in every word and feel the boot-scootin' shuffle with every turn of the page."

—Joe Nick Patoski, author of Selena: Como La Flor and Stevie Ray Vaughn: Caught in the Crossfire and writer for Rolling Stone and No Depression

"Through his talents Johnny Bush has made a significant contribution to country music, and has given to his many fans the joy of magnificent music. You will enjoy meeting this creative man through this book."

—Ralph Emery

"I am as proud of Johnny Bush as I am of Willie Nelson, Roger Miller, and Johnny Paycheck—all Cherokee Cowboys alumni. I am especially proud of his triumph over his debilitating voice problem. This is the real story, told in his own voice."

—Ray Price

"From hard-time hungry Houston childhood to Nashville hit-making, from scuffling honky-tonk sideman to king of the Texas dancehalls, from victim of a strange career-killing illness to comeback kid, Johnny Bush has a Texas-sized story to tell about his life and times in country music. He tells it honestly, with humor and humility. Listen up when he speaks."

—John Morthland, contributing editor, Texas Monthly, and former associate editor of Rolling Stone, Creem, and Country Music

"Johnny Bush is one of my oldest and dearest friends. He and I started out together in music, and we're still together. Everything that's been said about me in this book, good or bad, is pretty accurate."

—Willie Nelson

"I love Johnny Bush. He is classic Texas honky-tonk, one of our state's treasures. Every honky-tonker out there has tried to sing like him, myself included. Thanks, Johnny, for being a true Texas original, and for your friendship."

—George Strait

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