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Johnny's Cash and Charley's Pride: Lasting Legends and Untold Adventures in Country Music Johnny's Cash and Charley's Pride: Lasting Legends and Untold Adventures in Country Music by Peter Cooper
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“(Skip Litz) was road managing Todd Snider one time, which meant he had to sneak Todd's tiny dog, Lulu, into hotels. In Atlanta, Skip checked Todd into a hotel that didn't accept dogs. Then Skip carried Lulu in his arms, right through the lobby, and a guy behind the hotel desk saw this happening and said, 'Is that a dog?'

Skip looked the guy square in the eye and said, 'No.' Then he and Lulu got on the elevator, and no one said another word about it.”
Peter Cooper, Johnny's Cash and Charley's Pride: Lasting Legends and Untold Adventures in Country Music
“See, Shel (Silverstein) was possessed with one of the worst singing verses ever heard. Musical appreciation is inherently subjective, and it's normally senseless to write about vocalists or instrumentalists as 'good' or 'bad.' But in Shel's case, it's a practical necessity. His voice was a razor-gargled hyena screech.”
Peter Cooper, Johnny's Cash and Charley's Pride: Lasting Legends and Untold Adventures in Country Music
“Don Light talks ...

... The Marines help teach you patience, and patience is a virtue. My old friend Les Beasley was in the Marines, too. When we first got in the Marines, they gave us these little white pills, so we wouldn't think about girls. Not long ago, Les told me that his little white pills had just started working. See, patience.”
Peter Cooper, Johnny's Cash and Charley's Pride: Lasting Legends and Untold Adventures in Country Music
“I wound up writing a review that asserted her greatness but also said that this was not her career album, and that she could and would do even better than this.

I was in Atlanta, late at night, leaving a piano bar (don't ask), when my cell phone rang and I distractedly picked it up.

'Hello?'

'Peter Cooper?'

The words came out as one: 'Petercooper?'

'Yes.'

'You better get your ass over here right now.'

'Who is this?'

'Petercooper, it's Leeannwomack. Where the hell are you?'

'I'm in Atlanta?'

'Why?'

That one was hard to answer. I paused to ponder.

'Doesn't matter. Get your sorry ass over here right now.'

'I can't. I'm in Atlanta.'

'Well, get in your car and drive to Nashville. 'Cause I'm gonna give you three swift kicks to the groin.”
Peter Cooper, Johnny's Cash and Charley's Pride: Lasting Legends and Untold Adventures in Country Music