Grant L. Boatwright

Thinking about my father tonight and all the wonderful things about him. Miss him and my mother so much.

It seems as if it were yesterday that Boatie was pulling a funny! Grant had a great sense of humor, and his family (all of them, all sides) speak of him frequently. He was one of a kind. His two daughters miss him, and his 3 grandchildren, who called him Grantpaw, tell tales from their time with him. He will be remembered a long, long time.

Can't believe this larger-than-life dude is no longer on this earth. When I was in Nashville, he was my friend, my protector, my advisor and my grounding. Always with a grand story to tell, he kept us laughing, but more importantly, kept us firmly planted when Nashville could tear at our "innards." Grant lived the music while reminding us that we're all in it together.

I'm sorry to hear the passing of Grant I bought the album I don't recall the name of it but it had a Dylan song on it I played that record over and over and wore it out

Mandolin, Grant accomplished great and wonderful things and he was most proud of you.

Hey Ginger, I'm Red. I live in Boulder now, think you been here.

My buddy Nick Forester here at eTown radio speaks fondly of Red White and Bluegrass .

Much love to you all, Grant was fun and red.

Red

Mandolin, I would love to talk with you about your Dad. He was a fun guy!

He was an amazing father during my infancy. I always remember growing tomatoes with him out in the backyard and he would always try to teach me guitar. He loved to hear my mother sing and he used to play all the time. We also loved to draw together. I just wished I could have had more time with him.

I'll keep the good stuff to myself.
Love you brother,
Your Red
Red.
Remember what Roger Miller tagged you. ,
And the Palacial Spence Manor.
RIP

I met Grant and Red, White, and Bluegrass in the 1970s. They all had come to Chicago on a search for work. My wife and I got to provide sound for them at a small place called the Single File. They were a fine Blue Grass band. I enjoyed listening to Grant play while his wife, Ginger, sang. I only spent a few days around Grant, but I could see how effortlessly he played and what a great band leader he was.

I thought about you today, Grant. Again. You are missed.

I use to go to Arni's Pizza King in Lafayette, Indiana in the late 1970's to watch and listen to the Red, White & Bluegrass Band. One of my trips to see them preform, I asked Grant for advice on how to improve my flat picking on my old D-18. He asked me what I was doing on a Thursday while they were staying in the Pink House.
He told me if I would make the drive from Muncie, he would give me a guitar lesson. I was totally taken by his invitation and I went. It was an afternoon I will never forget. He I was sitting facing him with his guitar in hand and mine resting on my knee. He asked what songs I knew, and when I mentioned I was working on his song titled,"Palmerdale Postal Service", he smiled at me and said he had never knew anyone that had ever played one of his songs. I fumbled along, trying not to be so terrible at playing it in front of him...I was very nervous. When we both take a break he was smiling from ear to ear. I told him how much I appreciated him spending time with me that day, and he said this to me..."I believe with music you must first learn it, then teach it, and
then play it" I will never forget what he did for me on that day !!!!

Grant was such a surprise when I met him through my brother and some of his friends that Grant was playing with. Grant was so full of energy and so extremely bright. Did not see him for years, but had the chance to see him once more several years before he passed away. Gone but not forgotten, my friend.

Grant was one of a kind! He was funny and vastly talented, a self taught guitarist. He was a producer, writer, father, friend and son. He and I played music together for 12 years in Red, White & Blue(grass) and traveled all over the countryside. It was a great life, that sometimes got a little crazy, but I wouldn't change it if I could. He left a legacy of music and awards for his two daughters to remember him by, and his 3 grandchildren still miss him, even though they're grown. He was a character and will be remembered and missed by all of us.

Grant Boatwright was a dear friend of mine and my legendary husbsnd Schascle Yochim... I went to my first guitar pull and had the pleasure of meeting mr. Grant Boatwright and got to hear some of the coolest songs that weren't even out on the radio yet that were played in the living room of Grant Boatwright. It was a pleasure and so much fun and laughs I will never forget

Grant I remember how kind you were to me as a kid. You and Ginger and Norman Blake and Tutt Taylor would come stay at our house. We went to see you play with red white and bluegrass in new albany In and you picked up, put me on your shoulders and went and bought me a pizza. I thought you were the best, and your guitar playing was played in my house all the while growing up. I loved Aunt erma and uncle JT . Visiting them in Bama` was another highlight growing up. I wish I could have been there to help you through your struggles. The last time I saw you , you were on stage with the legend Neil Young on Saturday night live. I heard a couple years later you had died. Ginger told me. I hung up the phone and cried. Im glad Mom died before you because that would have killed her. She prayed for you every day.... Ill see you again my friend.. pizzas on me!

Grant, we had many great times, laughs and escapades at The House Of Gold upstairs in the writer rooms....You were a inspiration to me musically always and you told the funniest stories ever I heard about Roger Miller and others. Grant Boatwright, Asleep in Jesus, forever alive in me. Steve Jobe.