Recently, we lost my good friend Billy Spaulding. Professionally, Billy was a musician. I recall my first introduction was at Scotty’s Tavern where Margie had taken me to see him perform. He sang many great classic country songs with a host of guest performers including his late sister June. What would not appear on his business card, if he had one, was things like stand-up comedian, philosopher, matchmaker, and storyteller. The unique thing about Billy is that he was all of these roles, and he was them to his core. One of the most authentic people I have ever met.
Billy seemed to be a man of paradox, but the more you got to know him, the more they seemed to fit together. One evening I had the honor of introducing him before he performed. After I gave what I felt was a glowing introduction, Billy stepped up to the microphone. His response is still very clear in my mind. He looked at me and this is what he said, “Young man, if bullsh*t were an instrument, you would be a brass band.” Which was his way of saying thank you. I would share the very first thing he ever said to me that referenced the two religions he was raised with, but that might not be fit to print here.
Before you think Billy was just another off-color musician, let me share another fact about him. He read, studied and passionately believed his bible. He knew more about the good book than many preachers I have spoke with. One evening, during a break at a show, he put his arm around me and said, “Neil, you just have to love people like Jesus did. Thank guy knew what he was talking about.” After a brief pause to let me appreciate what he just told me, he added, “Sometimes I think you do to.” That was Billy, never letting the moment be serious for too long. He pushed for Margie and I to be together and was one of our biggest fans once we did. It will be a shame he will not be at our weddings.
My personal favorite thing about Billy was his ability to, and pure joy in, telling a story. I feature a brief summary of his life in the back of my second book, Living the Dream, for which Margie had him over for dinner. I assumed this interview would last a few minutes. Anyone who knows Billy in the slightest, knows what a foolish thought this was. There was about 20 minutes of video captured on my YouTube channel. I will share the link at the end of this post. That was only a small fraction of what was hours long discussion of his life, his thoughts on the world and countless jokes. If there was one thing that was apparent, it was that Billy loved his life and those in it.
Even at the darkest times, Billy knew how to use that unfailing sense of humor. When I had the great honor of being asked to give the eulogy for our dear friend Mr. Whelan, I was determined to do the best I could. Nervous as I was, it was important to give the man, and his family, the respect they deserved. After I had finished reading what I had written, I was overcome with emotion. Sensing my struggle, Billy left his seat, came up to me, shook my hand and said, “That was great! Now start working on mine.” Well Billy, I hope this does you justice.
I want to share my final memory with Billy. He came to see Margie and I at one of our shows. During a break, we were sitting at the bar sharing a cocktail and he had a faraway look in his eyes. Still looking into the distance he said to me, “Neil, you know I have shared the stage, and life, with some of the really great ones.” After a second, I put my hand on his shoulder and told him, “Billy, you are one of the great ones.” He looked at me with wide eyes and a big smile and yelled out, “And don’t I know it!” That was Billy, never letting the moment be serious for too long. Feel free to checkout the YouTube Video of our interview below. May it help his memory live on.
