about Levon Walker
Levon Walker is a singer/songwriter in Knoxville, TN. Fundamentally a pianist, consequentially a guitarist, and aspiringly the founder of a band. Levon writes poetry and is learning modern dance. He can top off the same cup of coffee all day and never jitter. He has no strong feelings towards hipsters anymore, obscure popularity is better than none. Levon’s garden this year will be more heavily concentrated on beets and sweet potatoes than last year’s.
Biography
In the Western Coal Fields of the Bluegrass Kentucky, I was raised in the small, quiet town of Madisonville, the self-proclaimed “Best Town on Earth.” We got there when I was very small and my dad had sold the farm in Crittendon County to begin an insurance business. My mom inherited the family piano and at age six I began the Alfred Piano Method. Mom was raised playing hymns for her tiny Southern Baptist Church. I’d wake up sometimes before school to hear her playing, stride bass with full octave right hand melodies, “Then Sings My Soul.” Dad brought me up on Jim Croce, The Guess Who, the Beatles, and Neil Diamond. He was a singer. I remember him practicing all the time. My favorite performance came every year, my dad singing “Proud to be an American” before the fireworks, standing on a flatbed trailer, microphone with an orange windscreen.
By age 14, I was playing the piano in our Southern Gospel Church. We had a choir, a Hammond B3 and the retired lead guitarist from Black Oak Arkansas. Music kept me out of trouble in my teenage years, we had a lot of church.
Growing up in Kentucky meant plenty of running barefoot, exploring strip pits and shooting things up. I like to remember those parts. Far from self actualized, I attended the University of Kentucky on an Engineering scholarship and left with a degree in Finance plus an unfinished minor in Jazz Piano Performance.
With no aspiration for Finance, I had a room full of keyboards and vintage pianos, some mediocre guitar abilities, and notebooks full of songs I was terrified to sing. Hiding behind keyboards was my style, although I resented my fearful hindrances. I once walked out of a Ben Folds concert, let myself into a closed building with a piano, and played all night while screaming at the top of my lungs. These outbreaks would continue in private for a long time.
I was working in a coffee shop the first night I met the aspirant artist, Ashley Addair. She inspired me to finish college, write my earliest songs, and stop chain-smoking. I played in bar bands and church, but still terrified to even sound check a microphone. I think the keyboard player can remain the shy scientist.
Ashley and I got married in a fever. My first job was as a loan company collection agent, a fresh college man who’d never considered employability. No internships, no networking, just music and Ashley. Age 22.
I got my first shotgun pulled on me while repo-ing a pickup truck in a Western KY trailer park. I learned to find people in strange places, which taught me a new version of my hometown. Dirty, hungry kids lied to me about their mommy not being home. I had to quit. I tried insurance with my dad, until one day Ashley packed the apartment and said she was moving to Nashville. I was welcome to join, but we would not continue life in a small Kentucky town.
It was hard for me to leave what I had adjusted to accept as my career, and it was pronounced F’nance. A tricky word for some, like my name, which is exactly backwards from “Finance.” L’von is wrong. LEEvon is correct.
Before I had the chance to make a big star of myself, I had an unfortunate glass mishap at my restaurant of employment. A growler of beer exploded in my hand and severed all the tendons. We lived for six months on workers comp while I couldn’t fret a guitar or write my name. Thank you, Nashville.
It seemed like a good idea about then for Ashley to finish school. With renewed vigor, I became an insurance man for the New York Life Insurance Company and we moved to Knoxville for the University of Tennessee. I didn’t know a soul there and never sold a policy for months. I cold called, walked into businesses, and joined clubs. I wore the same three suits, on repeat, couldn’t afford to dry clean them. A briefcase full of crackers. But I bought coffee for strangers all over town, until somebody more experienced convinced me that 100% commission was not my bag in Knoxville.
Then I was a banker. I liked the elderly ladies who needed their checkbook balanced over a $3.66 discrepancy, they had beautiful handwriting. Or loafing old men coming by to drink coffee, show me the coins and Civil War pistols kept in their Safety Deposit Box. I had my Securities Licenses now, I was supposed to pitch a variable annuity. Ashley and I found a foreclosed historic grocery store and started fixing it up. We bought it for no money down, on stated/undocumented income, and I’d only had a salary job for six weeks. It was 2006, and you could do that.
Soon enough there were foreclosures everywhere and the banking industry was making headlines. It was 2007-8, which now goes by many names: the banking crisis, the financial crisis, the global financial crisis. And I was right there, in the middle of an existential crisis.
I’d been volunteering to teach Financial Literacy courses around town. I think it was guilt from collection threats I’d once made to those broke single moms, or maybe the overdraft fees the banks charged, unless they happened to come see me. The bank pushed sales as hard as they could. Then they started received phone calls from 50 year-old children of 80 year-old parents, wondering why I’d gotten dad confused about his retirement. Did I realize how long dad had been retired?
Finally I resigned. For a year I taught financial literacy through the University of Tennessee Extension. I travelled around the state. Ashley was in grad school to be a middle school teacher. We were on track, and pretending to ourselves that everything made sense. But for the life of us, that was precisely the problem.
Permalink # Rebekah said
Love it! and love you! dream live laugh love, go for broke! there’s only one you!
Permalink # levonisagoodman said
thanks, I’m going for broke all right. love you too
Permalink # levonisagoodman said
thanks, love you too. Am i dreaming? oh, wait. yes.
Permalink # buck0753 said
There’s a world of difference between choosing and excusing. I think you’re right on the money (uh, sorry…target).
Permalink # Chris Sneed said
I am loving the blog! It is a great start to my day here at the office. Miss you and the wonderful times shared teaching those money classes
Permalink # Liz Trice Schweizer said
Hi Walkers, I read your post about planning a music and art tour for this fall. If you happen to head to Atlanta, you might want to consider Criminal Records in Little Five Points as a venue. There is a stage and also gallery space. http://www.criminal.com Although I don’t know about the gallery space options, another well-known venue here is Eddie’s Attic in Decatur. http://www.eddiesattic.com Both are located in communities where I think you would draw a crowd. Atlanta seems to have plenty of room for hipsters. Best of luck!
Permalink # levonisagoodman said
(from ashley)
thanks for the locations. i’ve heard little five points is a cool community and i’ve heard of eddie’s attic. we’ll definitely be checking out both of these.
Permalink # Kathy Rogers said
Hi Levon,
My name is Kathy, and I just got done leaving Ashley with a way too long comment regarding how I came about your web page, and then on to her paintings, and finally ending with an apology for writing so much!! So I won’t do the same to you! But feel free to share, because I had originally intended that post to be for both of you!
I really enjoyed your biography, and it just goes to prove to myself once again that I can’t ‘read’ people as well as I think I can! If I had met you on the street, in Kentucky or in New York, I would have thought you more likely to be from the city & a visitor to Kentucky for a number of reasons, none of which are really of any importance!! I’m always interested in people’s life stories – maybe because I have lived in the same place all of my life, and lived in the same house until I was 23. But, now, I’m about to ramble away from my reason for writing to you, so let me rein myself back in before I manage to write several more paragraphs! (You really should write that book you mentioned someday, tho!!)
I heard about your upcoming show this weekend in Norfolk/Va. Beach, and my nephew happens to be stationed there. I was wondering how I can find out more about what you will be playing, etc., so I can pass along the information to him & his friends. I didn’t see anything here on your site, but I could very easily be looking in the wrong place(s) for it. I asked Ashley if she or you would mind e-mailing the info to me, or perhaps you can just direct me a little more specifically to where I can find it. I haven’t a very good sense of direction, so I appreciate the assist if I’m not putting you or Ashley out.
You both emit a great first impression as strikingly talented artists (haven’t heard your music just yet, but I’m basing my opinion cumulatively & by everything else I’ve read!), and I wish you the best in the future! As I told Ashley, I’m happy to meet you both, through a good, old friend of mine & a little bit newer friend of yours, Frank, who put up the post saying that you would be performing this weekend! It gave me a chance to chat with him & make the acquaintance of Ashley’s mom again (we had done so once before via Frank on FB), and to be pleasingly surprised that you were not only an artist who Frank was recommending, but a relation!! So mine was a very small world today which I always appreciate & love! But I’m going to let you go, and I need to get some things done myself after spending a lot of time enjoying Ashley’s paintings, your biography, and both of your other writings.
Take care, and I’ll look forward to knowing anything more you may be able to tell me about your show.
Thanks again!
~Kathy Rogers
Permalink # levonisagoodman said
Wow, thanks for all the encouragement. On this particular day it was especially appreciated, although any day is a good day to be told by someone that they like your work. I think your idea of writing a song to accompany Ashley’s paintings is a great idea. We have tried to collaborate on the same painting, rather terribly I might add, but collaborating by our own art forms makes much more sense!
As for this weekend, the show is at 10:00 at the Boot in historic Ghent, or just downtown Norfolk on 21st St. Its $7 and I’m opening for a group called The Blakes who I’ve never heard until recently but they are very good. It should be a cool night. The website to tell more about the venue is insidetheboot.com.
Thanks again for finding us and pushing. I’m glad my in laws find good folks to share us with.
LEvon
Permalink # levonisagoodman said
also you can hear some of my music at reverbnation.com/levonwalker
hope to meet your nephew tomorrow.
and the world gets smaller.
Permalink # Dena Wise said
Still following your blog. It’s great to see you both making lots of art and music and I love the videos of Ashley jumping around in the wind!
Permalink # levonisagoodman said
good to hear from you and thanks for reading. hope all is well in lovely tennessee.
Permalink # nate said
hello and good morning. we are not known to each other, outside of my enjoyable study of your blog here and that of your talented wife, who is as endearing and lovely and fine a being as you, it appears. i intend on buying some of her work and with wuth the Lord’s luck, giving you a nice bottle of wine. please keep up all the good work, Mr. Walker. you are very lucky to have had that B-3 at hand so early in life…
Permalink # ashleyaddair said
how kind and encouraging. much appreciated.
Permalink # Miranda (Davis) Hapner said
Hello Walkers,
While I attended high school with Levon I never personally knew him. I stumbled onto your site via a Facebook link about a year ago and have been hooked on your music and crafts/art ever since. I think it is very brave that the two of you know what you want and go for it no matter how lost, broke, or confused you end up. Everyone should have the courage to follow their dreams as you are. Kudos to you and good luck in the future.
Permalink # Levon Walker said
Thanks so much for the encouragement. We’re glad you found us and wish you the best as well.