Diary of a Player: How My Musical Heroes Made a Guitar Man Out of Me

Diary of a Player: How My Musical Heroes Made a Guitar Man Out of Me

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by Brad Paisley, David Wild
     
 

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Country music star Brad Paisley salutes others in the music world in this funny, personal, and fascinating portrait of what it’s like to be country’s leading guitar hero.

The Story of a Life with Strings Attached

Brad Paisley is one of country music’s leading men—admired as a recording artist, a performer, a

Overview

Country music star Brad Paisley salutes others in the music world in this funny, personal, and fascinating portrait of what it’s like to be country’s leading guitar hero.

The Story of a Life with Strings Attached

Brad Paisley is one of country music’s leading men—admired as a recording artist, a performer, a songwriter, and a guitar slinger. This was not always so. In Diary of a Player, Paisley for the first time fully retraces his entire musical and personal journey to date. And it all began with a loving grandfather who gave eight-year-old Brad Douglas Paisley a Sears Danelectro guitar—the Christmas gift that would alter Brad’s life forever. In Brad’s own words, we read his emotional tribute to his late great “Papaw,” Warren Jarvis, who sparked his dream come true:

When I was eight I got a gift from my grandpa. No coincidence that around that time I also got an identity. See, no matter how I have changed, learned, and evolved as a person, the guitar has been a major part of it, and really the only constant. A crutch, a shrink, a friend, love interest, parachute, flying machine, soapbox, canvas, liability, investment, jackpot, tease, a sage, a gateway, an addiction, a recovery, a temptress, a church, a voice, veil, armor, and lifeline. My grandpa knew it could be many of these things for me, but mostly he just wanted me to never be alone. He said if I learned to play, anything would be manageable, and life would be richer. You can get through some real tough moments with that guitar on your knee. When life gets intense, there are people who drink, who seek counseling, eat, or watch TV, pray, cry, sleep, and so on. I play.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"In his first book, Grammy Award-winning country star Paisley pays tribute to the legendary musicians who helped him along the way. Any guitar aficionado will love this tale of extraordinary musicians gladly guiding a talented youngster—a journey that began at the tender age of eight when Paisley's grandfather gave him his first guitar. With the collaboration of Wild, who is steeped in the country music scene, Paisley offers a story accessible even to country novices...Paisley certainly entertains in this charming story of his road to success."

"Brad Paisley knows a thing or two about writing hooks for general music fans while still throwing in enough guitar pyrotechnics to keep his guitar-playing audience happy, if not slightly stunned."

"Paisley and Wild write in an easygoing, personal style that suggests the experience of actually sitting down with the musician and hearing him describe his life in music and the lessons he's learned. Verdict: A must-read for any fan of Paisley, this book really tells readers what makes him tick. Highly recommended for all country fans."

"Country singer Brad Paisley is known as a man of many guitars, but none of these collectibles is as dear to him as the mail order Sears Danelectro Silvertone his grandfather bought him when he was eight. It is memories like this that make this autobiography such a vivid, personal document. By recalling the instruments that gave him a voice and a career, Paisley presents a far more intimate self-portrait than those rendered by fame-driven musicians. As he writes, 'There are some people who drink, who seek counseling, eat, or watch TV, cry, sleep, and so on. I play.' A memorable, amenable memoir."

Publishers Weekly
Starred Review.

In his first book, Grammy Award-winning country star Paisley pays tribute to the legendary musicians who helped him along the way. Any guitar aficionado will love this tale of extraordinary musicians gladly guiding a talented youngster-a journey that began at the tender age of eight when Paisley's grandfather gave him his first guitar. With the collaboration of Wild, who is steeped in the country music scene, Paisley offers a story accessible even to country novices. In junior high, Paisley and his "modernly mature band members," a generous group of older mentors, the C-Notes, were sometimes referred to as Brad Paisley and the Seniles. As he confides: "all those days and nights when I was so busy not doing my high school homework...I was growing the deep musical roots that have put me where I am today." His respect for his Nashville colleagues lends warmth to his presentation: "The art of our town comes from painting an honest picture in living color." Paisley certainly entertains in this charming story of his road to success.
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Premier Guitar
"Brad Paisley knows a thing or two about writing hooks for general music fans while still throwing in enough guitar pyrotechnics to keep his guitar-playing audience happy, if not slightly stunned."
BarnesandNoble.com
"Country singer Brad Paisley is known as a man of many guitars, but none of these collectibles is as dear to him as the mail order Sears Danelectro Silvertone his grandfather bought him when he was eight. It is memories like this that make this autobiography such a vivid, personal document. By recalling the instruments that gave him a voice and a career, Paisley presents a far more intimate self-portrait than those rendered by fame-driven musicians. As he writes, 'There are some people who drink, who seek counseling, eat, or watch TV, cry, sleep, and so on. I play.' A memorable, amenable memoir."
Kirkus Reviews
With the assistance of Rolling Stone contributing editor Wild (He Is…I Say: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Neil Diamond, 2008, etc.), country-music sensation Paisley pridefully shares his thoughts and thanks on a charmed "life in progress." Born in West Virginia to a schoolteacher mother and a highway worker, the acclaimed performer enjoyed musically inspired roots peopled with wise advocates who helped shape his moralistic sensibilities. The author fondly recalls the guitar he received from his grandfather, a lover of instrumental country music, on his eighth Christmas. With enthusiastic prose, Paisley writes of a swift ascent to greatness beginning in the third grade, when he asked to play guitar in church. Under the careful mentorship of professional musician Clarence Goddard, his talent branched out to songwriting at age 12 and a warm-up performance at the Wheeling Jamboree. The singer's good fortune quickly blossomed in Nashville with a first album and the formation of a multi-city tour, what he calls a "curious kind of traveling circus." Paisley writes of his indebtedness to bands like Alabama, Restless Heart and the Beatles, and to legendary guitarist Buck Owens and the Grand Ole Opry. There are also gushing accolades from country-music luminaries like Vince Gill, Carrie Underwood and Roy Clark, who calls him a "true superstar." If Paisley is repetitive with personal facts, his praise of hard work is redeeming and honorable; he admits that he would be "at best mediocre if not for ingenuity and sweat." This sage motto, coupled with the author's obvious adoration for country music, makes the book ideal for a younger generation of devotees. Both sentimental and inspirational--for fans only.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781451674354
Publisher:
Howard Books
Publication date:
06/05/2012
Pages:
247
Sales rank:
606,363
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.44(h) x 0.70(d)

Read an Excerpt

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WELCOME TO THE FUTURE
Every day’s a revolution . . .
—“Welcome to the Future,”
written by Brad Paisley and Chris DuBois

Warning: this book is not an autobiography.

It’s more of a look at a life in progress, with strings attached.

I am standing on a stage. In front of me is a sea of people, all very close together, and most of them are staring somewhat hopefully in my general direction. Some are wearing T-shirts and jeans, miniskirts, and tank tops, ball caps, cowboy hats, and camouflage. And other than the people facing the wrong way wearing the yellow vests labeled security and a few facing the wrong way who are too drunk to know better, this mob is expecting something from me.

As a giant spotlight flashes right on my face, that dramatic glare reminds me of a strange but true fact: all of these people have come here tonight to see Brad Paisley from Glen Dale, West Virginia.

As I stand here basking in the glow of all this, looking out into the darkness at thousands of friends I have never even met, I cannot help but think back to how I got here.

“Here”—I should probably explain—is a curious kind of traveling circus that has my name written all over it. There are roughly two hundred otherwise normal individuals who are all a part of this welcoming and mobile “Village of Paisley.” Rather than stay safely in one place like most sane people do, these gypsies crisscross the country together with the help of twelve huge tour buses, as well as the occasional plane, train, and automobile.

The people in our mostly happy and peaceful traveling village spend a big part of their lives on the road living out a shared dream. I’m talking about a dream so big and improbable that I barely could have imagined it growing up. But in fact, I did dare to dream it as a wide-eyed kid living next to a music town in West Virginia. I just didn’t dream quite big enough. See, in my mind, the ultimate end-all, be-all ultra-successful music career meant one thing: a bus. Not multiple buses, not lasers, huge LED video walls, tractor trailers, etc. A bus. Simply put, my dream was to travel our country on a bus with a band and play some songs people knew and loved. I sorta aimed for the moon, shot right by that, and landed in the stars.

So as I stand here tonight in the middle of this dream come extra-true, I can’t help but think about everything I have to be grateful for. You could say that music is my life, but a better way to put it is to say music has given me a life. A life with strings attached, usually six at a time. It is how I made my first dime, and therefore bought my first car. It is how I made it through heartaches, challenges, and school. It’s how I met my wife. It is how I discovered myself.

I roll the volume up on that shining electric guitar hanging around my neck—the way that I have ten thousand times before—and I start to play. When my hands hit the guitar, something happens that still amazes me. A series of big resounding chords ring out and travel through the night air, making their way from the stage straight into the hearts and minds of the best fans an artist could ask for.

For all of us standing in this wide open space tonight, those guitar chords flying around create a mass vibration that we can all share together but that none of us can ever quite define. Defining it isn’t the important thing—feeling it is.

That’s what brings us all here this evening—that shared need to feel something.

And it all goes back to a Christmas gift. A guitar, gift-wrapped and waiting patiently to rock my world. So how did I get from that gift under that fake, plastic bluish-white Christmas tree to some of the largest stages in the world? One guitar hero at a time. And I don’t mean the video game.

The foremost guitar hero in my life is a remarkable man who left this world way too soon but who changed my life forever. This man lovingly handed me my first guitar and, in the process, made a real player out of me. I can never fully repay him the debt I owe him for setting me on a brand-new path and introducing me to what would be an incredibly bright future.

When I close my eyes and think back to the earliest memory I can recall, there’s one that I can see in my mind as if it were yesterday: I am three or four years old and my two hands are much smaller and have none of the calluses they have now. My toddler self is standing directly in front of my grandfather Warren Jarvis, who is playing away on his beloved Yamaha acoustic guitar.

As my grandfather—or Papaw, as I called him—powers through some bluegrass music, I’m pressing my little hands onto the strings of his guitar—but I’m not trying to play a note. Instead, I am desperately trying to mute the sound and somehow make my grandfather stop playing that weird wooden instrument he loves so much. Papaw sits there for hours at a time playing one country instrumental after another just for his own entertainment, and yet I am using all the strength in my tiny hands to try to make him stop playing guitar so that he will play something else—anything else—with me.

I think back to this moment a lot these days because, as fate would have it, I now have two boys who do the exact same thing to me. Just yesterday, my older boy, Huck, walked up to me and requested that I play the theme from Batman for him. That sort of request is pretty hard for a dad like me to deny. So I made an E chord and started that immortal semi-annoying melody—na-na-na-NA . . . But as soon as I began, Huck pressed his own little hands onto my acoustic guitar strings with all of the veto power of a record executive. “Let’s go play Batman!” I thought I was doing just that, but obviously my idea of playing Batman is completely different than his.

My grandfather Warren Jarvis—my mother’s dad—always picked his guitar while sitting in his favorite chair in the living room of his house. I remember that we always referred to my grandfather’s usual place of residence as “the Archie Bunker chair.” He had all the ornery irreverence of the TV character. In this case, Papaw’s chair was a comfortable old rocker with big wooden arms and a wooden frame and two pillows. My grandfather would always sit on the edge of his seat, holding that Yamaha acoustic guitar in his hands, wearing slippers and slacks—because by law that’s precisely the sort of goofy thing a grandfather is supposed to wear. Though he could be one tough customer when he was young, my grandfather had settled into a kind of down-home George Burns by the time I came along and got to know and love him. Sometimes Papaw would even wear a harmonica on a cord around his neck, so that he sort of looked like George Burns meets Woody Guthrie.

For most of the years I was lucky enough to have him in my life, my grandfather worked for the B & O Railroad as a telegrapher and dispatcher, and his shift ran from four P.M. to midnight. I’m not sure now if having that particular shift worked out that well for his sleep patterns, but from my selfish point of view it was perfect. He could spend all day with me before he left around three thirty in the afternoon to head off toward the railroad station.

And most days, that’s exactly what he did.

My parents—Doug and Sandy Paisley—both worked day jobs, and I was their only child. My mom was a schoolteacher in town, and my dad was an administrator for the Department of Highways. So instead of day care, surrounded by my own kind, I was off to the wise care of my elders. I was always surrounded by older, wiser people, which would become a recurring theme in my life, for sure.

My grandfather and grandmother always welcomed me, along with my two cousins Lisa and Christy who lived just next door. They offered a safe and loving environment with a well-stocked refrigerator. What more could a kid ask for? Inasmuch as I ever really grew up, I grew up in their little brick house.

So from a very early age I learned the value of the influence of much older people. The bottom line is that I didn’t have any brothers or sisters—though I was able to spend a lot of my childhood with two cousins, and had plenty of friends my own age. I was the odd little kid who watched Lawrence Welk and Hee Haw; listened to Floyd Cramer records; ate at Mehlman’s Cafeteria, where they had an “early-bird senior special”; and could recite from memory the dialogue from Geritol commercials. Oftentimes, I was even dressed by my grandparents, and sadly, my parents have the pictures to prove this—some of which I am loading in our fireplace to burn, and some of which are published here for your entertainment pleasure. You’re welcome.

In terms of my approach to life and my overall character, there’s no doubt that I am the product of my mother and father. My parents are both good and grounded people who taught me all of life’s really big lessons. They are decent, churchgoing, hardworking, great examples. They did the grunt work. The spankings, the groundings, the allowance, etc. They taught me right from wrong, though I still occasionally get the two confused. Grandparents, as a rule though, tend not to be all that big on discipline or administering the especially painful punishments. That’s your parents’ gig. Grandparents tend to be better at just loving you with an open heart and possibly spoiling you rotten when your parents aren’t looking.

So while my parents shaped my character, my grandfather—the man who gave me my first guitar—shaped the course of my life. Without him, I’d be standing on an empty stage. My life would be completely different—no hit songs, no sold-out concerts, no website, no merchandise, no tour bus, and absolutely no dedicated fans.

I wish everyone could have known him. Warren Jarvis had a warm smile and a hearty laugh, a smoker’s laugh that always eventually ended in a cough. Bald as an eagle, big buck teeth in the front, earlobes the size of large earrings, and never without thick bifocal glasses. He was the perfect grandpa. This all somehow made him more human, just the way a few little scratches on a gorgeous guitar make you treasure it even more.

I never knew my grandfather when he was a “young” man. That’s just the way of things. In my case, that is definitely best. While he was a warm and charming old goat later in life, he was a real hell-raiser back in the day. I wouldn’t have liked that guy, I bet. The story goes that he had to fight very hard to win my grandmother when they were two young people growing up in the same hometown of Huntington, West Virginia. It was the thirties, they were teenagers, and they came from very different backgrounds. My grandmother was a real beauty with dark hair and stunning blue eyes, and so, naturally, this local babe could have had her pick of any of the boys in town. Perhaps as a result of all her excellent options, my mamaw had absolutely no interest in dating this Warren Jarvis character.

And so it came to pass that my grandfather took a very interesting, if controversial, approach to overcoming his romantic predicament. Nowadays I believe they call it “stalking.” Or maybe “harassment.” Basically, he decided to personally intimidate every other single guy in town who tried to date my grandmother. He would follow her to a soda shop or diner on one of her dates and pick a fight with whoever she was with. It would go something like this . . .

Papaw: Why you datin’ my gal?

Chump: She ain’t your gal!

Papaw: We’ll see about that.

Fight.

And . . . here I am.

Unorthodox? Sure. Obnoxious? Yes. Illegal? Well, a few times he got thrown in jail for this behavior, but you really have to hand it to the guy—there was a certain primal brilliance to his logic. Take out the competition. For the record, this is not how I eventually won Kim’s heart. By that I mean there was no fighting.

I did stalk her.

In my mind, this crazy scene sounds like something right out of a great Loretta Lynn song. With my grandfather as Loretta Lynn. I suppose all is fair in love and war, but my grand-father’s approach seemed to bring love and war a little too close for comfort. He wasn’t an especially large man, but he knew how to stick up for himself, and he was clearly ready to fight anyone for his dream girl. He had it bad. Beyond bad.

One story that got passed down concerns a time when my grandmother went out on a date with the son of the town’s fire chief, and my grandfather knocked this prospective suitor right off his stool in the local drugstore. The police were called, and soon they threw both of these young men in jail for disorderly conduct. They got to share a cell and discuss what had just transpired. Of course, before long the other guy got out of jail because his dad was the fire chief—not to mention he had probably done nothing wrong other than to also have eyes for my smokin’ mamaw. I imagine that my grandfather got to serve out the remainder of his jail time pondering just how he was going to legally win over my future mamaw’s heart.

It was the beginning of World War II. So without much else to lose, Warren Jarvis (now eighteen) went down to the local air force recruitment office and enlisted. He would fight for the air force in the South Pacific for the entire war, in the Philippines and Guam. I imagine that as a soldier it helps to have something else to fight for besides Uncle Sam. I believe he was fighting for Dorothy Douglas, as he’d shown he was all too willing to do. He tirelessly wrote a hundred or so letters to her from over there, even though she was not technically his to write to, and he always let her know what she meant to him. Somewhere, between the time he was gone and when he set foot back in Huntington, she must have actually missed him.

Because not long after he returned, she gave in and got married.

Other than the moment my grandfather somehow won my grandmother’s heart, the most important day in the shaping of my future was undoubtedly that Christmas of 1980. As I unwrapped the largest gift under the Jarvis tree, it was clear what Papaw had given me. My grandfather had wrapped up his Sears Silvertone guitar with an amp in the case. That Silvertone guitar was so ugly it was beautiful—all cheesy black sparkles with a little white mixed in.

Truth be told, this may not have been the best first guitar choice for an eight-year-old kid. At the time, that made no difference whatsoever—I quickly plugged it in and tried my little hands at playing it, thrilled to make some kind of noise of my own. My grandfather was especially excited that the amp couldn’t get loud enough to hurt my ears—or his—which he proudly pointed out to my parents. They’d be putting up with a lot of racket over the next few years. Or more accurately, the rest of their lives.

That old guitar is probably worth less than $500 today—not a lot by classic guitar standards, but to me it’s priceless.

From my perspective, a guitar is the most life-changing machine there is and offers the greatest return on investment you can get. Think about it this way: you can use the cheapest guitar to write the finest song in history. A good song can cost you nothing but a few hours of your time, and it can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars or more. Even the worst broken-down guitar can still give you a career and a very real chance to change the world in some small way.

SOLO

Brad Paisley is a strong part of the future of country music. He is a true superstar, a great stage presence, a dynamic performer, a great singer, and one of the most fantastic guitar players I’ve ever had the pleasure of picking with. He’s not just up there onstage acting this out. He loves to play his music, and the people love to hear him play his music. He’s a-pickin’ and I’m a-grinnin’.

—ROY CLARK

More than a quarter century after my grandfather gave me one of his beloved guitars, I recorded my first largely instrumental album, called Play. It’s the kind of album I like to think that Warren Jarvis would have loved. In the liner notes for that dream project, I paid tribute to the man who made my dream possible:

When I was eight I got a gift from my grandpa. No coincidence that around that time I also got an identity. See, no matter how I have changed, learned, and evolved as a person, the guitar has been a major part of it, and really the only constant. A crutch, a shrink, a friend, love interest, parachute, flying machine, soapbox, canvas, liability, investment, jackpot, tease, a sage, a gateway, an addiction, a recovery, a temptress, a church, a voice, veil, armor, and lifeline. My grandpa knew it could be many of these things for me, but mostly he just wanted me to never be alone. He said if I learned to play, anything would be manageable, and life would be richer. You can get through some real tough moments with that guitar on your knee. When life gets intense, there are people who drink, who seek counseling, eat, or watch TV, pray, cry, sleep, and so on. I play.

Tonight I will stand on a stage and play a song called “Welcome to the Future” that I wrote with my friend Chris DuBois. It’s a song that sees the world through the eyes of someone my age as well as through the eyes of someone older. Sitting there in his cozy slippers and dress pants in that old chair, my papaw looked into a future that he would not live to see himself and helped to make a guitar man out of me. In the process, my grandfather somehow became my very first guitar hero.

Guitar Tips from Brad

LESSON # 1

Buy a strap. This is going to be a beautiful, bumpy ride.

© 2011 Brad Paisley

Meet the Author

At age twelve, Brad Paisley wrote his first song, “Born on Christmas Day,” and today he boasts sixteen #1 hits. Brad’s latest album, American Saturday Night, was proclaimed by Newsweek as The Album of the Year. He has multiple Grammys, CMA, and ACM awards. Brad is married to actress Kimberly Williams Paisley and is the father of Huck and Jasper. He lives in Nashville, Tennessee.
As a graduate of Cornell University, David Wild is a contributing editor for Rolling Stone. He was nominated for an Emmy Award for his work on America: A Tribute to Heroes, a televised telethon held in the wake of 9/11.

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Diary of a Player 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 35 reviews.
jaqford More than 1 year ago
I've never written a review before, but I loved this book so much that I had to let everyone know! This book was well written and entertaining to read. I cried a little and laughed a whole lot. Once, I picked this book up. I just couldn't put it down. I wanted to know more and more on what made Brad the "player" he is today. Thank you, Papaw Jarvis for that wonderful gift you gave to Brad as a child. We all appreciate it.
np_24 More than 1 year ago
This book tells about his love of the guitar, and how it became so important to him. Most importantly, it is FUNNY! Great read!
Heart2Heart More than 1 year ago
What does country music, guitar heroes and an autobiography have in common? The newest novel called, Diary of A Player by Brad Paisley and David Wild. Welcome to the unique story of just how untalented Brad Paisley really believed himself to be and how he utilized the talents of creative legends like Buck Owens, Roy Clark, and Chet Atkins to help him turn his dream into a reality! This honest, funny, revealing book is one musician's true story of what's been a very musical life with strings attached. Diary of A Player is Brad Paisley's love letter to the guitar as an instrument that changes our lives and a loving tribute to the musical heroes that taught him everything he really needed to know about growing up. You will learn about the important people that came into Brad's life from his humble beginnings as an 8-year-old-boy who received a guitar from his grandfather one Christmas and his journey into learning how to become the talented musician we have come to love and adore. Believe it or not, he didn't just pick it up as a natural and begin playing. He actually gave it up for awhile much to the dismay of his grandfather. The reader is also along for the journey into how he met and married Kimberly Williams, his wife and what his thoughts are for his own children. Included with the book are candid photos of Brad's journey to stardom and some of the "guitar heroes" he has met along the way. I received this novel compliments of Simon and Schuster for my honest review and loved how simple the story was written. You actually feel as though Brad is sitting with you sharing his story in the words that spring to life off the page. You can see that even though he is a musical superstar today, the journey wasn't always the easy one we have a tendency to think of when comparing him to where he is today. I highly recommend this story to my readers and rate this autobiography a 5 out of 5 stars!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"This honest, funny, revealing book is one muscician's true story of what's been a very musical life with strings attatched. Diary of a Player is Brad Paisley's love letter to the guitar as an instrument that changes our lives and a loving salute to the musical heroes who taught him everything he really needed to know about growing up. These key figures in Paisley's musical life include his beloved grandfather and hid childhood teacher and bandmate Clarence Hank Goddard, as well as the more legendary Buck Owens and Chet Atkins, among many others! The impression these musical masters have had on Brad Paisley's life can be heard in every note he plays and in every song he sings. You'll also hear from some of Brad's many friends, like Vince Gill, Carrie Underwood, Keith Urban, and Sheryl Crow, and get some heartfelt guitar tips from this confessed country player."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am currently reading this book and highly recommend it for all of his fans! I Love the book Brad and thanks so much for sharing some of your life stories with your fans!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As a lifelong country music fan I have to say that Brad Paisley is a true country legend in the making. This book was very entertaining & fun to read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ever
Mike3103 More than 1 year ago
I totally understand Brad's love of guitar. He is one of the most gifted guitarists in the business. I loved this book. No boring parts. Recommend to any music fan, but if you love guitar and playing guitar like I do .... I highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A well written insight to a gifted player and an even more amazing man...he truly is country music...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I got this book as a gift! Once i started reading it i couldnt put it down. Brad is great! Im a big fan! Glad his granpa got him a guiter. Great book! Worth reading!
golf_nerd2 More than 1 year ago
I will admit that I do not know a lot about music, but Brad Paisley does an amazing job of keeping the average non musical reader entertained. I loved his witty style and the ever present mood reflecting Mr. Paisley's joy in life. Also, I loved that the book acted as a kind of thank you note to the people who molded Brad Paisley and country music for that matter!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I cant wait for this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I didn't know much about Brad before reading this book. I did know he is an exception guitar player. In his book Brad speaks very openly (and with humility) about the people who had the greatest influence on his life. He is quick to point out that many other people are responsible for his success-a refreshing perspective in todays world of instant celebrities. If you aren't a fan of country and not a guitar fanatic you will still appreciate this book. Something about it just seems to present a glass-half-full perspective, which is also refreshing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great guy!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love him so much! <3 Brad Paisley forever!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Brad Paisley is not only a great and talented entertainer but also a fabulous author. Very well written...it kept my attention through the whole book. A must read if your a huge and dedicated fan like me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wish he would end up in my bed.He is the best singer.Love his song camoflade
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Brad Paisley ;-) I wish you would stay
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The main reason I read the book was for my interest in guitars. The book talked a lot about Brad's guitar journey, so that was a plus for me. His personal stories about family & friends was an added bonus.
HappyHaoleHulaGirl More than 1 year ago
It is entertaining. I am not a true country music fan, but Brad Paisley is one artist I do enjoy listening too. It was wonderful to read his story of growing up around the "older country music generation" & brought to mind my childhood days of being the only child sitting around with the elders and listening to the music of their days gone by and appreciating what foundation was laid for the current genres. Finished the book in a day.
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To like this book.
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