In his most memorable songs, all the pleasures of a down-home Saturday night couldn’t free him from private pain. His up-tempo songs had undercurrents of solitude, and the ballads that became his specialty were suffused with stoic desolation. “When you’re onstage or recording, you put yourself in those stories,” he once said.
Luckily I got to see him perform to a packed house in Toronto a few years ago.
I wrote about “He Stopped Loving Her Today” for PJMedia.