The Ernest Tubb record shop sat on Highway 441 in Pigeon Forge for many years. I think it finally closed along with all of the other Ernest Tubb record shop locations. They have been in business for 75 years so this is the end of an era and I’m kind of sad to see it go. It was a very nostalgic place featuring the fathers of country music making art on the ancient format of a record album. The clicks and cracks and the white noise of a vinyl record album defined a generation and it’s how we consumed our music.
In front of the Ernest Tubb record shop in Pigeon Forge there was a tiny gazebo in the parking lot and for many years they would host a live band on Thursday night and invite people to dance the night away. I went there very often to enjoy the live music and to watch people clog. Clogging in case you don’t know is a kind of dancing that mountain people have developed to accompany the fast-paced music of Bluegrass.
There was this one local family that always seemed to be there dancing on Thursday night and I would enjoy watching them clog together. When I first started going there, that family’s little children would thrill the crowd with their dancing skills and over the years, I watched them all grow up. I was there just a few years ago and witnessed what I didn’t know then but what would be my final live concert in front of the record shop and that family was still there. Still dancing. All the kids have grown up now, the shop is closed, time moves on.
Goodbye to record albums and to Ernest Tubb and a way of life that fades into history. I just wanted to remind myself and you that the greatest privilege in life is watching your family grow up.
Family is still here.
Everything good is built on the family.