Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Harley Allen, 1956-2011

Posted by Jon Weisberger on Wed, Mar 30, 2011 at 8:30 PM

Harley Allen (Jan. 23, 1956 - March 30, 2011)
  • Harley Allen (Jan. 23, 1956 - March 30, 2011)
When Harley Allen would bring his bluegrass band into the Station Inn, folks within and without the group would wonder how many songs he'd likely get around to actually singing in a 45-minute set. He certainly had plenty of choices, starting with the many hits he'd written and co-written for and with the stars of country music, and passing through the ones he'd written as a young bluegrass singer to the standards he learned from his father, bluegrass Hall of Famer Red Allen. Usually, though, the number would come out somewhere well shy of the typical dozen or so — and that was OK, because Harley's rambling musings between one song and the next were sometimes some of the most outrageous, and always some of the funniest, stuff you'd ever want to hear.

Then, just when you were trying to figure out the exact mixture of hilarity and bad taste you'd been hit with, he would launch into some heartbreaking ballad, or one of those driving old bluegrass standbys. And if it was one of the latter, once it was done, he'd say, "Boy, that's a whole lot more work than writing a song."

Nashville's a songwriting town, and Harley Allen was a world-class songwriter, so a lot will be written about that in days to come. But before — and while — he was writing the hits, Harley was a singer, one of nearly unparalleled beauty and sadness. By the time he was in his late teens and singing with his brothers in the hillbilly bars of Dayton, Ohio, he had a reedy, mournful tenor voice that seemed to always curl a phrase just a moment before you thought it might, or rise just a bit higher than you thought it could. And whichever of a dozen different ways he'd surprise you as a singer, it always turned out to be exactly the right one to make you feel the same longing, the same emptiness, the same self-mocking yet utterly serious sense of despair that seemed to be haunting him.

"I've been right, but mostly wrong — wrong about you, right about me," he wrote in "High Sierra," and if that was quintessential Harley writing, the way he sang it was no less revealing.

Harley Allen could be brutally dismissive and, it seemed, compulsively irascible. Yet he was also a profoundly humorous man, and — often covertly — a warm one, too, devoted to people and things he appeared not to care about. Cancer took him too soon, and while there are many reasons to miss him, in the end, those are the ones that count the most.

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GOD BLESS HARLEY ALLEN

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Posted by cash rich on 03/30/2011 at 11:48 PM

Gone too soon.

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Posted by ksnow on 03/31/2011 at 9:24 AM

Just try to listen to his song "The Baby" made famous by Blake Shelton and not get choked up...

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Posted by striker on 03/31/2011 at 10:24 AM

Some of the best bluegrass ever made was by the Harley Allen/Mike Lilly Band. RIP.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNWOgvprVaU…

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Posted by David on 03/31/2011 at 10:31 AM

Harley is my cousin and we will love and miss him always and will continue to be proud of him and pray for strength for his wife, children, sister and brothers. RIP cuz

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Posted by TinaSnider on 03/31/2011 at 9:54 PM



I was fortunate enough to meet Harley and sing and pick a little with him back in Dayton in the mid 70"s. One of the most down to earth people and greatest voices in bluegrass. Thanks Harley! You will be missed.

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Posted by JeffPursley on 04/01/2011 at 1:40 PM
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