Classic Country Singles: John Conlee, “Miss Emily’s Picture”

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“Miss Emily’s Picture”

John Conlee

Written by Red Lane

John Conlee’s “Miss Emily’s Picture” spooked me in the backseat of a Pontiac Grand Lemans sedan while cruising the shoreline shadows of Massachusetts’ Gloucester Harbor.

The song has tormented me ever since.

For starters, I still maintain the rear window was down when Conlee’s baritone, rumbling like an out-of- tune outboard motor, cut across the water and anchored in my memory. Except, my parents drove a 1984 generation of family roadster that inexplicably had fixed rear windows; they couldn’t be opened.

Not even for a family of five mid-westerners on an east coast summer road trip. Not even so a ten-year-old boy from Minnesota could hear a country musician from Kentucky sing to New England fishermen about tossing yesterday’s love into the wind along with their lines.

I suspect a lot of what I just shared doesn’t make much sense. Unless, of course, you have heard John Conlee sing about his picture of Miss Emily.

Those of us who have stay awake at nights, still haunted by that photograph.

I have been trying to untangle music from memory from meaning ever since I heard Conlee basically cry out, “Man overboard!” from a Yankee fishing boat radio.

I have also considered the possibility that I may have simply been hallucinating, the victim of insanity and heat stroke brought on by both family road trips and sadistic GM engineers, but that would be the easy answer.

I know the real answer lies in the hard truths of the song.

Just like the song’s narrator saw nothing but pain when looking out his window, I heard nothing but fear through my unmovable glass screen, the awful thrashing sounds of a man’s grief pulling him under. Trapped in the stale heat of a backseat, I was barely able to draw enough breath to fight the suffocating sadness.

“Miss Emily’s Picture” is an uncomfortably hard country song. It certainly doesn’t lend itself to easy answers or much of anything peaceful or soft. It involves: chewed finger nails, scattered clothes, boozed-up coffee, walking the floor, insanity, and a grown man crying at work.

No surprise, it’s written by Red Lane. Lane wrote other similarly mature and disquieting songs like “You’ve Been Quite a Doll Raggedy Ann” for Jimmy Dickens, “Tell Me Something Bad About Tulsa” for Merle Haggard, “Till I Get it Right” for Tammy Wynette, and “There Won’t Be Another Now” which Haggard also recorded and Mark Chesnutt later cut as a tribute to The Hag. Country music doesn’t get much harder to listen to than this.

We know nothing about Miss Emily other than the narrator loved her with every last inch of his body. His head, eyes, heart, and hands seem to exist for no other reason than to hold her memory and to straighten her picture by his bed every morning.

In fact, he straightens it all the time, even before going to bed each night.

Somehow – between all this house-keeping – Conlee’s character manages to get himself to work every day; he is a mess there as well. He drinks bourbon-laced coffee at the office and emotionally collapses on colleague’s shoulders in the hallways, apparently a burden to anyone close to him. Miss Emily’s image hangs on his office wall and he straightens it there when he is not unproductively pacing or nibbling his finger nails.

He carries another – perhaps even the same – picture of her in his wallet. He spends his evenings at bars, purportedly having a ball. That is, until the hurting inevitably takes hold at which point the air goes out of the room when he once again shares that same picture of Miss Emily with everyone.

His daily nervous breakdown quickens when he returns home each night. He drinks still more, eating just a bite.

The only thing in his life he can straighten out is that bed-side frame holding the picture of his Miss Emily. In that simple act, the grinding hurt and relentless loneliness seem to stop, but then life goes on around him, and everything in his world goes sideways again, with nothing but that familiar pain staring him down.

The narrator claims he only does this picture-straightening every now and then, but it is clear that his “then” has become an endless “now.” His shattered life is a grotesque routine highlighted by this one tender act he is condemned to obsessively repeat until they hang a wreath upon his door.

At least the portrait of Dorian Grey changed to reveal Dorian’s conscience. This picture of Miss Emily is unchanging and impervious to her former lover’s decent into morbid masochism.

Sometimes I can convince myself this song is not as bleak as I make it out to be, that there is a quiet confidence and comfort to his compulsion, a warmth even. But even though Mrs. Emily’s love may have been heavenly sent, her partner’s life has still inescapably gone to hell.

This is a classic country horror story. It has ghosts. It hooks the heart and haunts the mind.

Feel free to jump in at any point and ask why a ten-year-old kid loved this song so much. If you hand me my crayons I will pass on your concerns to my therapist. He comes by each day at 2:00 pm…

I can share that I love the song as an adult because I love what John Conlee as a singer brings to a story.

When people ask why I like country music I hold up this brilliantly crafted song, sung by this amazingly resonant and emotive voice, and let them reconsider their question.

“Miss Emily’s Picture” deserves to keep company with George Jones’ “He Stopped Loving Her Today,” Gene Watson’s “Farewell Party,” and Vern Gosdin’s “Do You Believe Me Now” as candidate for the best country song of all time.

Conlee is a wildly underappreciated artist from the late 70’s and 80’s, and among the finest vocalists the genre has ever known, He has recorded other classics which include “I Don’t Remember Loving You,” “The Backside of Thirty, ” and his signature song “Rose Coloured Glasses.”

“Miss Emily’s Picture” was the second single from his fourth album, With Love, released in 1980 on MCA. As with the majority of his output, this album was produced by Bud Logan, a former bass player for Jim Reeves’ backing band The Blue Boys. The single climbed as high as number two on Billboard’s country charts in 1981.

The song is terrifying because all the details are so familiar, the character so relatable, and the picture of Miss Emily so impenetrable.

Mid-career, Conlee would drift into less intense common-man, working-class anthems and nostalgic romantic ballads, but he was always at his best with darker, complex material like “Miss Emily’s Picture.”

 

12 Comments

  1. John Conlee is indeed hugely underappreciated. He recorded some of the most distinctive songs of his era and seemed totally unafraid to tackle difficult subjects. In many ways “I Don’t Remember Loving You” tackles this same desolate subject but from a different angle.

    Conlee recorded many songs that I loved and no songs that I disliked

  2. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I LOVE John Conlee and am a kindred spirit who was enamored with this song (and She Can’t Say That Anymore) at the age of ten. “Go to the office/The work’s piled up/Pour three fingers bourbon in my coffee cup” are lyrics that sneak up on you and punch you in the gut. My only quibble is . . . I don’t think there is any coffee at all in the cup. :)
    Again, many thanks for giving a shout out to a truly underrated master country singer.

  3. Good stuff Peter! I’m looking forward to more of this feature.

    This is a great song, but I’ve never really considered it to be as bleak as you make it out to be, but I can see it now.

    John Conlee’s peak was before my time, so I was only familiar with some of his biggest hits for the longest time. After digging in a few years ago, there is just hit after hit; great song after great song. Such a distinctive voice and Paul makes a good point about not being afraid to tackle the difficult subjects.

    @ Paul – I also can’t think of a single John Conlee song that I don’t like.

  4. Peter – First, congrats on being a part of the CU team! I’ve always loved reading your comments, and I think you’ll make an excellent addition. I really enjoyed this piece, and I’m looking forward to more of this feature.

    Like Frank, I also never got just how dark this song was lyrically until it was pointed out here. This is one of many John Conlee songs I discovered and really got into when I first started going back and discovering a lot of 80’s country throughout the mid-late 00’s. A “country horror story” is probably one of the best ways to describe this song. Besides Conlee’s emotional performance, I also love how the dramatic strings and almost scary sounding guitar licks throughout reflect the living hell that the narrator is going through. I’ve also always loved the sound of those haunting keyboards after Conlee sings “Tossing yesterday’s love out into the wind…”

    This has indeed always been a standout whenever I’ve revisited Conlee’s work, and while his commercial peak was also before my time like Frank said, I’ve been doing my best to make up for lost time. Other songs of his I really love in no particular order: “Friday Night Blues,” “Old School,” “Lady Lay Down,” “Got My Heart Set On You,” “Years After You,” “As Long As I’m Rockin’ With You,” “I Don’t Remember Loving You,” “Domestic Life,” “Way Back,” “In My Eyes,” “Blue Highway,” “She Can’t Say That Anymore,” and of course his signature, “Rose Colored Glasses.” While not all of his songs were exactly traditional country in sound, his very unique vocals alone made them unmistakably country.

    Unfortunately, he’s another one of many 80’s country artists who doesn’t seem to get enough credit or recognition today, similar to Earl Thomas Conley, Dan Seals, Eddie Rabbitt, T. Graham Brown, etc.

  5. @ Jamie – one of my favourite things to do when I have time is to dive in to a before-my-time artists’ catalogue (beyond the well-known hits) and really “discover” them. As noted, I did this a couple of years ago with John Conlee. (This also works well with artists like Reba, who I’m very familiar with from the 90s on, but who had a substantial career before my time).

    Those are all good to great songs that you’ve listed, but I think my favourite John Conlee song is “Backside of Thirty.”

  6. Thank your for the kind words, but thank you even more for all the great responses and chatter. I love that people have taken the plunge into Conlee’s catalogue and come up with so much treasure. As has been confirmed, his output is remarkable for its strength and consistency.

    I think it matters for country music that Conlee is an important presence on many Grand Ole Opry broadcasts today. He represents the next wave of elder statesmen.

    As for favourite songs, check out his version of Bill Anderson’s “Lot of Things Different” done at a countryroadtv.com performance honouring Bill Anderson’s 50th year in country music.

    I have always loved “Somebody’s Leavin'” from his 1979 eponymous album as well.

  7. In the spirit of historical accuracy, I wanted to share that I just realized the cassette album in my collection titled “John Conlee” is actually a reissue of his second 1979 studio album “Forever” The cassette version of the album is missing two songs from the original vinyl release: “Forever” and “The In Crowd.”

  8. I never thought about being scared listening to this song but everyone has different emotions with music.

    I loved the uniqueness of it. Like most of Conlee’s songs, it sounded different than anything else on the radio.

    A true talent and a great song. I appreciate you recognizing them both.

    • I love this song and cry every time I hear it. My wife Emily was 76 years old when she died of cancer. She was a beautiful, wonderful wife for 56 years. I am 81 years old, and every morning I wake up and look at her pictures and cry and tell her how much I love her. I can relate to every word in that song. Naturally I’m retired now, but wherever I am I will still relate to how wonderful my wife Emily was, and yes, sometimes pull her picture out of my billfold to show someone. God truly blessed me with her for those 56 years. We lived and loved during the most wonderful years in America, and God truly blessed our marriage. After we retired we joined a small Classic Country Band in Florida during the winters. I played guitar and we both would sing. She had a beautiful voice. After she died I would sing that song at home and cry but I could never bring myself to sing it on stage. And yes, I do have a few drinks at home at night and think of her before bedtime, and at my age, I realize that all of this is part of life and I still somewhat enjoy my life here but also look forward to joining her in Heaven when God calls. If I could attach a picture of my Miss Emily here I would have!

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