Bobby Gerald Boyd

A musician, teacher and owner of one of Little Rock’s landmark institutions, Bob Boyd likes to say that you can’t understand your life looking forward - you can only look back. In retrospect, he says

A musician, teacher and owner of one of Little Rock’s landmark institutions, Bob Boyd likes to say that you can’t understand your life looking forward — you can only look back. In retrospect, he says it is best to let God make all of the decisions.
A musician, teacher and owner of one of Little Rock’s landmark institutions, Bob Boyd likes to say that you can’t understand your life looking forward — you can only look back. In retrospect, he says it is best to let God make all of the decisions.

— Here is the sum total of Bob Boyd’s formal music education: Nine months of piano lessons when he was 14 years old.

They cost him a buck a lesson.

“Mayflower High School had no music program, but when I was 14 a teacher came and taught piano - Billie Reynolds, and she was good,” Boyd said. “I had a little natural talent that was God-given. She gave me a playing style, and I still use it.”

In fact, he parlayed that sound into a life’s work as a performing musician, a teacher and the owner of one of Little Rock’s landmark institutions: Boyd Music Center, which was open from 1962 to 2000. Today at age 76, music remains at the center of Boyd’s life as he still takes on some students and plays with his four-piece jazz band, the Bob Boyd Sounds.

And it all started with a little talent and a few lessons. From there, the young Bobby Gerald Boyd pursued his ambition of playing with gospel quartets. Within a few years, he’d landed a job in the early 1950s with the McDonald Brothers, a popular group out of Jackson, Tenn.

“They had a stretch limousine, powder blue,” Boyd recalled. “And I was 18 years old and in way over my head.”

But he also knew all the songs the McDonald Brothers performed. So when they flew him up for a concert in Evansville, Ind. - his first time on an airplane - he was able to walk onto that stage and play without a rehearsal.

ELVIS, JOHNNY AND BOB

By the summer of 1955, Boyd had returned to Arkansas and joined Olen Bingham and the Rhythm Playboys.

“I was playing piano, and Olen was the songwriter; he was 16 and I was 19,” Boyd said. “We played on the Barnyard Frolic at Robinson Auditorium. Johnny Cash and the Tennessee Two were a regular feature there, and Elvis had hitchhiked over and appeared on the Frolic before.”

Boyd also got a job from Olen’s dad, who was a foreman with the 3M Co.

“It was the labor job and the best money Ihad made, working out there on rotating shifts,” he said.

So things were looking good. But as seems the case with so many promising young musicians, disaster was lurking just around the corner.

“I was driving out Kanis Road one Saturday night and ran off the highway, down an embankment and into a gum tree, and pinned myself in,” he said. “I dislocated both my hips and really mangled my face.”

Boyd’s rescuers had to remove the driver’s seat to get him out and take him to a hospital, where he spent 15 days.

“That disabled me as far as being anything but a musician, for a while anyway,” Boyd said.

So there he was, sitting at his parent’s home in a wheelchair, his good-paying job suddenly history … and opportunity came a-knocking.

Smilin’ Bob Carger, a country radio DJ who played the comic Old Cyclone on the Barnyard Frolic, had driven to Mayflower to see if Boyd was interested in playing a gig in early December with the Browns, a nationally famous country music trio that had emerged from southern Arkansas.

“I had to say yes,” Boyd said.

Thing was, his accident had only been on Nov. 12 and he wasn’t up and around yet. But by the time of the show, Boyd was able to walk on crutches and play. Soon, the Browns opened a club in Pine Bluff and Boyd was part of the house band.

“I got to play with people that came to help the Browns, friends of theirs - Jim Reeves and Porter Wagoner, even Elvis’ guitar player Scotty Moore came one night and played,” he said.

ST. LOUIS BLUES

But Boyd had a specter hanging over him: The hospital bills he still owed.

“I came away from this accident with a lot of bills and no insurance,” he said. “I was determined to pay my bills so my dad and mom didn’t have to.”

So he bought an ad in the newspaper of the musicians’ union, and in December 1956 he took the train to St. Louis for a new job.

“I worked with two bands over a period of time - commercial jazz bands,” he said. “I sent all my money home, all but what I could just get by with, enough to have a meal on every day. I’d buy a money order and send it to mom to pay my bills.”

By the time he came back in February 1957, Boyd didn’t have a job, a car, or anything other than the clothes on his back.

“But I didn’t owe anybody,” he said, “and I was very grateful for that.”

Opportunity, success and gratitude. They form a pattern that repeats itself throughout Boyd’s life, with opportunity often cropping up at the most needful moments and success following after months or years of hard work. But through it all there is gratitude, which for Boyd is deeply rooted in his faith.

“All of this, I give the credit to God,” he said. “When I was playing piano in a Pentecostal church in Mayflower - because they allowed for a jazz sound on the piano - I gave my life to Christ at that time.”

Throughout his years he has tried to live a Christian life to the best of his ability, Boyd said, and he acknowledges there have been failures.

“I kind of fell by the wayside when I went on the road as a musician,” he said. “But when I was 41 years old, God intervened and turned me around. That’s the only way I know how to explain it.”

MARATHON MAN

Boyd had a drinking problem and his weight had gone up to 248 pounds. But in 1978 he had his revelation, putting down the bottle and picking up running shoes. By 1981 he ran the first of several marathons.

“I became a runner, and traded one addiction for another,” Boyd said. “It was a good deal. It gave me a lot of time out there on the road. I became ashamed for having treated my body the way I was. That God can take that body and turn it around and give me the body that ran the marathon in four hours .... ”

That would be the marathon he ran at age 45 in 4 hours, 2 minutes. But his first in Booneville was much slower. When he announced his plan to run it, his daughter Melody told him, “Daddy, don’t be last.”

“I came in 186th out of 188,” Boyd said with a smile. “She ran the last mile with me.”

During the 1980s, Boyd earned a nickname in the running community: The Abominably Slow Man. On the 20th anniversary of Boyd Music Center, he announced that he would run 20 miles around his building - 140 laps - as a fundraiser for the American Cancer Society. Many friends and fans joined him for a few laps, and two men ran the whole distance with him.

That’s emblematic of the kind of fervent love customers had for Boyd Music. Opened in 1962 with his wife, Donnie Jean, helping keep the books, it was originally a response to the needs of Boyd’s music students.

“I had to decide whether to send my students to some other music store to buy their strings and picks and maybea guitar, or sell them myself,” he said. “And that’s how it worked into a retail store business.”

He also remembers how it felt to be a 25-year-old with no business experience placing his first wholesale order. He didn’t even have stationery for the store … until he bought some typing paper and a rubber stamp kit and made his own.

“My first order was with St. Louis Music, $45.12 wholesale, and I remember having trouble sleeping that night,” Boyd said. “I think I got a student guitar and a dozen sets of guitar strings and picks - the things my students were calling for every day.”

FAB FOUR

His timing was right. In 1964 the British Invasion created a surge of interest in music.

“Suddenly overnight, it seemed every neighborhood had a garage band, and they were coming to me for lessons,” he said.

That year the business moved into a bigger location to accommodate the wealth of new students and customers, and soon he stocked all the major brands of musical instruments.

“We started out with 3,200 square feet, and in 1966 added 1,600 square feet. In 1973 we added what had been a coin laundry and that brought us to 6,400 square feet,” Boyd said.

Eventually the Boyds’ desire to retire coincided with plans by their landlord, St. Mark’s Baptist Church, to use the building for other purposes, so Boyd Music Center held its immense going-out-of-business sale. A Denver company was hired that promised to “sell you out to the bare walls” in less than 10 weeks.

“We had an advertising budget but never had to use it,” Boyd recalled. “Channel 7 came out, the newspaper did two or three features. The first day we opened, there were 100 people at the front door at 9 a.m. That day we did more than a month’s business. We had a 45-minute waiting line and it took us to 3 a.m. to do the deposit.”

And that was all the sign Boyd needed to know they’d made the right decision.

“It was like, ‘God, this is you working here, not us. We’re just taking orders.’”

FACEBOOK MEMORIES

Over its four decades, Boyd Music Center built up more than a customer base. It built up an incredible amount of good will. In fact, mention the store around anyone who was in a school band or had kids in music lessons through the 1990s, and their first response is often a hopeful, “Are they going to open back up?”

Mention Boyd’s name on Facebook, and the memories come thick and fast. In a short time you can learn that Betty Ferneau took piano, voice, guitar and drum lessons there in the 1990s. Or that Betsy Speck-Kern still has her Boyd Music guitar pick. You’ll find out Dan Hild remembers his brother, Robert, bought a Gibson ES-355 guitar there in the 1960s, and that Bob Boyd attended the memorial service after his brother died, decadeslater. And that Faye Hanson bought a Peavey Solo sound system there, and rented PA equipment for a number of events.

Bill Jagitsch of North Little Rock is a well-traveled and highly respected bluesman who still remembers stepping into Boyd Music for the first time in the late 1970s.

“That was the place to go,” Jagitsch said, “because they had everything you could ever want.”

What’s more, a truly knowledgeable sales staff knew “the full story” about brands and equipment. That kind of music store is quickly becoming a thing of the past, Jagitsch said, what with the Internet making virtually any kind of instrument easily available, and inexpensive imports dominating the market for beginner guitars. Equally as rare are people like Boyd.

“I sold him advertising when I worked for Spectrum and he was a very genial fellow who would always tell me stories,” Jagitsch said. “He is still that way today. You go into Little Rock Frets to pick up some strings and he’ll tell you a story.”

That’s exactly right, says Bryon Knight, the owner of Little Rock Frets at 10020 N. Rodney Parham Road.

“He works here one day a week. I say work - he’s here to tell stories,” Knight said. “I learn so much while he’s here, he’s an infinite supply of knowledge.”

Knight considers Boyd his mentor, and consulted with him when he decided to open his own store. In fact, Boyd called the guitar room at Little Rock Frets “the closest thing in Little Rock to my old music store.”

That’s appropriate considering Knight was also a Boyd Music customer in hisyounger days.

“I bought my first guitar and amp from him at 11,” Knight said. “I’m 50 now, and I still have them. A ’69 Gibson E-5345 and a Fender ’72 Super Reverb.”

At Little Rock Frets, Boydrestrings guitars and teaches accordion lessons. He also teaches at Siegler Music and Little Rock Piano on an “asneeded basis.” And the Bob Boyd Sounds plays at events and private parties, giving him the outlet he has always needed for his love of playing music.

“It’s the best band I’ve ever had,” Boyd said. “I’ve played with the same three guys for 14 years.”

COURTSHIP CAR

He has also been married to the same woman for 51 years, and “that’s pretty good for a working musician,” he says with a chuckle. Boyd met Donnie Huddleston in February 1960 when he was working at Rosen Music as an accordion teacher and she was taking piano lessons from Linda Leonard.

“I thought, ‘She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen,’” he said.

He got Leonard to introduce them, and he took her out for a cup of coffee at the corner drugstore. He liked this young telephone operator, which caused him to give some thought to the kind of impression he could make.

“When I met her I was driving a ’52 Oldsmobile that was beginning to have some problems,” he said. “I found a used 1957 Ford Skyliner in North Little Rock and bought it for $1,995. The trunk lid raised at the front and the hardtop went into the trunk. It was white with gold trim and a Continental kit. That was my courtship vehicle.”

Boyd won the love of Donnie Jean Huddleston and the two were married on Sept. 27, 1960, at her sister’s house in McCrory. They bought a house in Cammack Village and lived there until their Melody was born in 1967, then they moved to Little Rock’s Birchwood neighborhood for31 years, until they built their house in Hillsborough in west Little Rock, where they can see Pinnacle Mountain from their deck. Melody married Paul Arsenault on her parents’37th wedding anniversary and they have a son, Cameron.

Boyd likes to say that you can’t understand your life looking forward, only looking back. His retrospection has shown him that at the times he wasn’t sure he could make the right decisions, it was best to let God make them.

“They’re always so much better than what I could have imagined, and it’s fantastic,” he said. “I was 76 years old last month and it’s the best piece of advice.

“We’ve got to have help, we can’t get through this by ourselves,” he said. “If you really want to enjoy life, make your contact with the boss and stay in contact with him.”SELF PORTRAIT Bob Boyd

DATE AND PLACE OF BIRTH May 26, 1936, Mayflower

FIRST MUSICAL INSTRUMENT We had a piano. My grandfather married my grandmother in 1900 and gave her a piano as a wedding gift. That piano was inherited by my mother.

IF I WASN’T A MUSICIAN, I WOULD Have to go to college to develop any other skill. But I’m an American history buff, and I’ve been writing a column for Nightflying magazine for about 25 years.

MY FAVORITE VACATION SPOT We’ve been to New England, and our daughter has been very kind to take us places we’d never go on our own. I love Washington; my fifth marathon was the Marine Corps Marathon in D.C.

CATS OR DOGS? I’m a dog person. I’ve got a little dog named B.J., 2 1/2 years old and he’s the apple of my eye. We go walking every morning and evening.

MY FAVORITE LEISURE ACTIVITY, OTHER THAN MUSIC I think it’s writing. I’ve got several writing projects that are ongoing, including writing my own paraphrase of the Bible to clarify it in my own mind. I call it “Word on the Street.”

MY LEAST FAVORITE CHORE OR TASK IS Anything that’s repetitious. I don’t have the gift for that. It’s got to be fascinating to me in some way or I don’t do it.

MY SPECIAL CHILDHOOD MEMORY I had a very nurturing mother. She loved books and worked crossword puzzles and encouraged my reading.

THE PERSON I ADMIRE Would have to be my dad. And my older brother Jess. My dad was 51 when I was born … he was a good daddy, deserved much respect. But Jess was part of the modern world, and he was more helpful to me in helping me to learn to make my living.

ONE PHRASE TO SUM ME UP It would be that I’m very blessed.

High Profile, Pages 36 on 07/01/2012

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