The following is the letter I just received.
Congratulations! On behalf of the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame Foundation (NaSHOF) Board of Directors, it’s a pleasure for me to notify you that you have been nominated for induction into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame, the highest honor that our songwriting community bestows.
Our Nominating Committee, made up of Hall of Fame members and Music Row historians, considered all worthy candidates whose first significant works achieved commercial success and/or artistic recognition at least 20 years ago and who have "positively impacted and been closely associated with the Nashville Songwriting Community and deemed to be outstanding and significant." The final slate of nominees was approved by the Foundation board.
Very soon, your name will appear on the 2014 ballot along with the names of 11 of your esteemed colleagues. (see below) Three inductees (2 songwriters; 1 songwriter/artist) will be determined by votes cast from Hall of Fame members and Professional Songwriter members of the Nashville Songwriters Association International (NSAI), as well as the boards of NaSHOF and NSAI.
We wish you the best in the voting. We invite you and a guest to join us, along with the other nominees, for a wonderful evening of food, entertainment and fond remembrances at our annual black-tie Hall of Fame Dinner & Induction Ceremony on Sunday evening, October 5, in Nashville’s Music City Center.
Should you have questions related to the event or this process, please feel free to contact our Executive Director Mark Ford at email@example.com. To assist us in assuring that your invitation is received and on time, please e-mail Mark your physical address and phone number at your earliest convenience.
On behalf of the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame Foundation Board of Directors and the Hall of Fame Nominating Committee, let me again extend to you our heartfelt congratulations. We look forward to hearing from you soon.
Pat Alger, Board Chair
Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame Foundation
Appearing on the 2014 Ballot:
Category 1 – Songwriters
John Scott Sherrill
Category 2 – Songwriter/Artists
I hope you are all surviving the crazy weather we've been having this winter! In California we're in the middle of a drought, and we had our own version of a freeze (5 or 6 days below 32), so we're looking forward to better weather, too!
Just to make you jealous, I thought I'd post a few pictures of our garden so you can see what you're in store for a few months from now!
Sparticus must have read the last post, and decided to help us out. We knew that we would one day get another dog, but for now, we figured, we would focus our attention on Jupiter, our chocolate lab, who was very depressed at losing his best friend. Three days after we said our final goodbyes to Sparticus, a small, mostly black dog showed up in a friend's driveway and said, "Take me to Steve and Ellen!" Not one to question a dog, she did. Jupiter made it clear from the start that this new dog was to stay. David was very upset - he said it was disrespectful to Sparticus. I told Steve (who was out of town) that it was up to him. I am convinced, however, that Sparticus really did send this pup to us. Within minutes of meeting him, Steve fell in love. Even David now hates to admit that he likes him. We think Brock is a chihuahua/pug mix (a "chug.") Either way, he is a real cutie!
I just finished my January tour with Craig Carothers and Don Henry - boy, did we have a lot of fun! Now I'm in Nashville, writing, teaching and performing. Make sure to keep checking my schedule to find out when I'll be back in your area!
This issue of Steve’s Corner is a hard one to write. Grab the Kleenex.
We got our first dog, Sparticus, at the Rocky Mountain Folks Fest 13 years ago. He was a sassy black puppy, the last of the litter that was born there. We bought a carrier, flew him home on the plane with us, and formed an amazing bond. Our vet told us we should train him, fast. I thought it was because he would be strong. Yes, he was strong, but the warning was because he could see just how smart Sparticus was. He learned all the usual doggie commands as well as a few others, but probably the best was when he taught himself to bounce a tennis ball off his nose. He used to catch them, but one day he missed, and it bounced. Ellen laughed. He liked to make us laugh. So he kept bouncing it, right up to the end of his life.
That end came sooner than we wanted, but he was ready. We spent months saying goodbye, and the day the decision was made, he took one more stroll around the front yard, laid down on the grass, and said goodbye. Right now I’m in Indiana, and I can’t imagine walking in the door and not be greeted by Sparticus, tail wagging, hind quarters wiggling.
If you’ve been at our house for songwriting classes or concerts, you’ve met him. Next time you’re here, close your eyes for just a second and listen. You’ll hear him padding around on the hardwood floors. I still do.