I just finished reading “It’s a Long Story, My Life” by Willie Nelson with David Ritz. I’m addicted to buying books, especially if I find a good bargain. When I saw Willie’s book on the resale kiosk at our local library, I snatched it up. At $5 it was a couple of bucks more than I typically pay for a used book, yet I knew it was a story I had to read.
It far exceeded my hopes and made me feel like I imagined it would: nostalgic.
I grew up listening to Willie and others singing country music from the radio above our kitchen sink. If my dad was awake, the radio was on. I loved those songs by Willie, Waylon, and the boys. And the ladies including Dolly, Loretta, Patsy, and Crystal Gayle all sang so sweetly, filled with emotion. That was the backdrop of my childhood. Plus, I always thought my dad and Willie looked a lot alike. Seeing his 82 year old face on the cover made their physical similarities even more obvious.
Like Willie, I grew up in Texas. Although I don’t share his fondness and connection to the Lone Star state, it was cool to read about his adventures in Dallas, Austin, San Antone, Houston, and his hometown of Abbott. I could relate because I know most of those places personally. He has a love and appreciation for nature and the special places he’s lived even when he would rather be somewhere else. He’s the kind of person that chooses to be grateful. I like that a lot.
Willie’s story was an easy read. It felt like I was right there kicking back with him on the front porch burning one, the dialogue and context relaxed and uncontrived. What a journey he’s been on for more than 8 decades. The lives he’s touched and connections made are astounding. This man followed his passion even when it took him to dark places. He kept a positive attitude, believing it would all be okay. Sometimes it was. Other times it wasn’t. But lessons were learned and adventures had that no one could have predicted. He paid his dues and then some. He relished the pleasures, too.
I was impressed by his commitment to love and inclusion for everyone. Race, culture, sexuality, and individuality are things he’s appreciated throughout his life. He owned mistakes he’s made and admitted regret and guilt. His story felt uninhibited and honest. This guy wasn’t perfect. He’s been a rascal and an angel, depending on the circumstances. I admire his devotion to kindness for others. Helping friends and having lots of family around has brought great pleasure to his life and the lives of those he’s touched.
I also liked how honest he was about wanting to be successful and how important it was for him to be popular. Whether it was writing hit songs, collaborating with other artists, making movies, or creating festivals that have spanned more than 30 years, his goal was to create things he liked. He figured others would like it to. He was right about that. In the book, he never came across as boastful or egocentric. His desire to try new things, to be open to other’s opinions and expertise might have cost him a few times, but overall he seemed to appreciate how much that enriched his life.
Willie is a giver, a generous soul with a passion and drive that has created a career over a lifetime that is unparalleled. His poetry and music have influenced artists and fans across a range of genres and among multiple generations. And he’s still giving us more all the time. How lucky I feel to have enjoyed his songs my entire life. He’s a master poet, talented songwriter, devoted advocate, loyal friend, proud father, and a person who took that fire inside and allowed it to light up the world. I’m sure glad for that. This book is a must-read not only for country music fans, but for everyone.
Thank you, Willie, for the good times and for being such an important part of the soundtrack of my life. I love you and I loved reading your book. Can’t wait to see and hear what you do next.
Love and light,
