![]() ![]() Mac and I did several writers’ shows together over the next 20 years, usually at the Bluebird Cafe. But when I got to know him beyond “Hello, how are you?,” I liked him a lot, and from that moment on considered him a good friend (and a good friend to many others). ![]() Being a bit shy myself, I think I’m always initially a little wary of people who are really outgoing, maybe because I always wished I could be that way myself. I wasn’t too sure what to make of Mac Davis, except that he was incredibly talented, as I observed him from afar - or meeting him quickly a couple of times over the years. You might say he was the Blake Shelton of the 1970s. Then there was the very popular TV variety series, “The Mac Davis Show,” and several movies. Mac Davis, a native of Lubbock, Texas who later moved to Atlanta, was first highly acclaimed as a songwriter, a writer of many Elvis hits like “In the Ghetto” and “A Little More Conversation,” and a Bobby Goldsboro hit that Mac wrote about his son, “Watching Scotty Grow.” Then he became a major singing star, writing his own hits like “Baby Don’t Get Hooked On Me,” “Stop and Smell the Roses” and “It’s Hard to Be Humble.” He was becoming known as “the song painter” because of his descriptive lyrics. When I heard two or three days ago that Mac Davis was critically ill after heart surgery, I said, “God, please, I don’t wanna write a eulogy about Mac Davis.” Last night, when a friend told me she’d heard some sad news, I knew what it was. ![]()
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