The first time hearing Glen Campbell was on an album, I believe, Gentle on My Mind. My mom belonged to a record club and this one was one of many old style country (back then it was modern country) LPs in her collection. I listened to this album over and over again, visualizing the open door and pathway leading up to the house and an old sleeping bag thrown behind the couch. The other songs on the LP likewise evoked images. The “everyday housewife” “twirling and remembering her girlhood”. Glen and his music were a pleasant reverie in those days.
Years later I saw him as the heroic young cowboy riding alongside John Wayne and Kim Darby in True Grit. I can still see the buckskin he wore and how he saved a young girl from a venomous pit of snakes.
Just last week I watched a documentary on netflix called, The Wrecking Crew, about a troupe of studio musicians in the 50s and 60s who were the unsung heroes of so many well-known musical acts under myriad labels. Glen Campbell was one of The Wrecking Crew and maybe the only one who gained recognition as the star he was.
Over the years I’ve seen youtube videos showing Glen’s lightnin fast virtuosity with a guitar. He made it look easy and the smile never left his face.
Today is a day of sorrow for his many fans.