Eddie Mattingly and Carol Reesor, I owe you big.
I could write dozens of these. And I just might. But every creative road I am currently on leads to Eddie Mattingly, my friend and mentor from a small town in Western Kentucky, a good hour from any decent grocery store, but just minutes from the birthplace of Abraham Lincoln.
I’ll spare you the details of how we met. If you want to hear that story, I’m always happy to tell it. But let it suffice that the minute I met him, I knew we’d be friends. Most everyone says that when they meet Eddie.
When I call to let Eddie and his wife Carol Reesor know I might be swinging by their place to say hi, Eddie’s answer is always, “Come early and stay late.” And he means it. And so I usually do. Despite my many projects with their various deadlines, I always end up staying longer than I intended, and I never regret it.
When people talk about Renaissance Men, they’re usually talking about guys like Eddie. Everything he’s ever done in life – from horses to airplanes to computers – he started as a hobbyist and ended up top in his field. Carol, now an award winning painter (a career she started late in life) is the same way. And thousands of music fans around the world have enjoyed the concerts Eddie and Carol have sponsored and promoted for more than a decade in Elizabethtown, Kentucky.
Here is a list of things that will induce smiles in all of Eddie’s and Carol’s vistors:
- Carol’s home made biscuits
- Eddie’s prized stereo and vinyl record collection
- The celebrity waterbed
- Eddie’s shouts of ‘Yeah!’ after a particularly well-played song
- Don’t start with a political discussion. Just don’t star — . Ugh. Too late.
- Their DVD library where every DVD has a card inside displaying the dates it has been watched. Eddie apparently got tired of getting halfway through a movie only to realize he had seen it just weeks ago.
Musicians and artists are a strange tribe. Much of the time we feel like circus freaks, with our weird way of seeing the world, our oddball obsession with music, art and poetry. People like Eddie and Carol make the world more tolerable for us, giving us the feeling, the very real feeling, that we belong somewhere, that we are part of something bigger than we could ever create alone.
Thank you, Eddie, and thank you Carol, from the bottom of my vagabond heart.