A FATHER AND HIS SON WROTE A SONG CALLED “LIVE FOREVER.” SEVEN YEARS LATER, THE SON WAS DEAD AT 38. MỘT NGƯỜI CHA VÀ CON TRAI VIẾT CHUNG BÀI HÁT TÊN “LIVE FOREVER.” BẢY NĂM SAU, NGƯỜI CON CHẾT Ở TUỔI 38. In 1993, Billy Joe Shaver and his son Eddy recorded “Live Forever” for the album Tramp on Your Street. Eddy, the guitar player, came up with the melody first and handed it to his father. Billy Joe carried it around for months before the words came — a song about a man who knows he is going to die, and knows the songs he leaves behind will keep him here anyway. Then the family started disappearing. In 1999, Billy Joe’s wife Brenda and his own mother both died of cancer, one month apart. Soon after, Eddy admitted to his father that he was addicted to heroin. On December 30, 2000, Eddy was found unconscious in a Waco hotel room. He was pronounced dead at 2:58 the next morning, age 38, and buried beside his mother. The son who wrote the song about living forever went first. His father was 61, and now had to sing it alone. He sang it for twenty more years. The last thing Billy Joe ever posted online, on April 24, 2019, was a video of that song. He died in Waco on October 28, 2020, at 81. Both men who wrote “Live Forever” were gone. On February 5, 2023, Willie Nelson won a Grammy for singing it.

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DOC WATSON WAS BLIND FROM THE TIME HE WAS A BABY. FOR TWENTY-ONE YEARS, THE HAND THAT LED HIM ONTO EVERY STAGE BELONGED TO HIS SON. Eddy Merle Watson was named for Eddy Arnold and Merle Travis. He picked up a guitar at 15, and in 1964 he went out on the road with his father — driving him, guiding him, and playing rhythm behind the finest flatpicker in America. But Merle never loved the road. He kept a farm outside Lenoir, North Carolina, and other pickers sometimes filled his chair on tour so he could stay home. At 4:15 in the morning on October 23, 1985, Merle was working alone with a saw on houses he owned when a piece of wood struck his arm. He drove his tractor to a neighbor’s place to get it bandaged. Coming back down the drive, he took the turn too sharp. The tractor went over an embankment and landed on top of him. He was 36. He died where he fell. Doc had lost, in his own words, the best friend he ever had in this world. The night before the funeral he decided he would never play again. Then he dreamed he was sinking in dark quicksand, and a strong hand reached back for him — “Come on, Dad, you can make it.” He never wrote a song about it. Three years later he built something instead: MerleFest, held every spring in Wilkesboro, North Carolina, drawing tens of thousands. Doc played it until the end. He died in 2012 at 89, and he rests near Merle in Deep Gap, in the same mountains where they both began.

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