So, when Mr. Reeves died, in a way, my interest in country music died with him. I was only twelve years old when Jim died, and I did not start buying records until a few years later, but even in the late sixties, Jim was still heard a good bit on the radio, and his songs were on juke boxes in my town, and that is how I learned of his existence. For a kid in a small mountain town in western North Carolina to become an admirer of Jim Reeves, after his death, his probably not such an oddity given my age. It would be much more unlikely that a teenager today would become an admirer of Jim since his music is rarely heard on radio now, and I think juke boxes are out of style. I know some adults in their forties who don't know who Jim is.
I would like to tie this back into the subject Larry raised. For someone like me, there is little left in Nashville that concerns Jim Reeves. And that is the main reason why Nashville has lost its appeal to me.
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