Back Stories: Home by Alan Jackson
Despite losing Keith Whitley in 1989, the following year proved to be great for Traditional country music. Several neo-traditionalists were leaving their mark on the genre like Clint Black, Ricky Van Shelton, and Joe Diffie. These voices, and several more were rising from the rubble, and making their way into our radio, and Television sets.
Just a glance at the songs that reached #1 on the Billboard Country charts in 1990, will show you exactly what I mean. But the charts are only half of the story. Waiting in the wings was a mainline Traditionalists from Georgia who borrowed more from the honky tonk stylings of the fifties than the pop tinged line dance amalgamations of the 70's.
Alan Jackson's debut album "Here In The Real World" highlighted a relaxed, and reflective vocal style we've grown to love for over 30 years now. The album spawned several hits, but it was song #9
that gave us a look into the early makings of a country music super star.
Home was one of three songs on his debut disc written solely by Alan Jackson. The music opens with a soft acoustic guitar, and a soaring steel. Alan Jackson wrote Home his first week in Nashville.
In a small town down in Georgia
Over 40 years ago
Her maiden name was Musick
Until she met that Jackson boy..
Those opening lines are the story of Alan Jackson's parents
Joseph Eugene Jackson, and Ruth Musick. They remained married until Daddy Gene's death in 2000. By then, they had been married for over 50 years. Eugene's father had a 9 acre farm, and gave his son some land to live on with his new wife.
She found her strength in her faith in God
And a love of family
This line clearly shares the foundational values important in the Jackson home. One thing you might not know is that Alan's early music experience was singing in church. His mother loved gospel music, and Alan learned to sing by hearing her.
Country music actually was not on his radar until a close friend introduced him to it. Something as small as this gesture changed the course of Alan Jackson's life forever.
And my daddy skinned his knuckles
On the cars that he repaired
He never earned much money
But he gave us all he had
He never made the front page
But he did the best he could
Folks drove the cars from miles around
And let 'em look underneath the hood