How John Anderson Rode a Singular Vocal Tone Into the Country Music Hall of Fame

When John Anderson showed up in Nashville in 1972, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect, and he barely tried to imagine what the future might hold for him.

He got a job nailing shingles onto the roof of the Grand Ole Opry House ahead of that iconic building’s 1974 opening. And the green 17-year-old performed almost anywhere that would take him.

“I was just wanting to play and sing pretty much at any level that I could,” he remembers. “Thankfully, I was blessed that one little job led to another one, and most of the time it was kind of a little upgrade.”

Anderson’s career gets the ultimate upgrade when he’s installed in another iconic venue later in October, joining Toby Keith and guitarist James Burton as 2024 inductees in the Country Music Hall of Fame. The official medallion ceremony includes the unveiling of a bronze plaque that will hang in the museum’s rotunda, alongside the renderings of its existing 152 members, including Hank Williams, Willie Nelson and Reba McEntire.

Anderson isn’t the flashiest personality to join the club. He didn’t fill stadiums like Garth Brooks, show up in the tabloids like Tanya Tucker or become a movie star like Kris Kristofferson.

But, like most of Hall of Famers, Anderson owned a singular vocal personality — a smoky, back-of-the-throat tone that suggested worldly experience even before he had much. Also, like most Hall of Famers, he applied that sound to some indelible recordings, including the optimistic, Dobro-flecked “I’m Just an Old Chunk of Coal (But I’m Gonna Be a Diamond Some Day),” the cautionary “Straight Tequila Night” and the bluesy million-seller “Swingin’.”

The voice was so country that even in his 20s, Anderson could believably convey wistful nostalgia in the ballads “1959” and “I Just Came Home To Count the Memories.” He approximated an R&B singer in “She Sure Got Away With My Heart,” evinced stone-cold hillbilly in “Wild and Blue” and growled his way through the rocking energy of “Money in the Bank.”

But the setting never mattered. The listener always knew whose voice was straining through the speakers. “I’ve been very fortunate that I could sing a lot of different kinds of songs as well as write different kinds,” he says. “Actually, I think my voice allowed me to be really versatile.”

Naïveté likely helped Anderson on his career path. His older sister, Donna, had already moved to Music City from their Florida home, and her tales from the club scene provided extra encouragement. But it wasn’t like his Apopka, Fla., education provided much of a blueprint for navigating Music Row, and his parents didn’t have any solid advice either.

“My dad,” Anderson says, “said, ‘Well, son, all I can say is, if you’re going to go try to do it, do the very best you can.’ ”

Early in his transition to Tennessee, he started meeting songwriters and realized that composing songs provided another source of income. Writing also gave him the opportunity to tailor songs to his blue-collar resonance, and to sort through issues that had personal meaning. He did that most successfully with “Seminole Wind,” a 1993 Country Music Association Award nominee for song of the year. It explored real concern for the environment in his Central Florida homeland, leaning sonically on the state’s strong Native American history. The recent devastation of hurricanes Helene and Milton underscores the song’s still-relevant lyric.

“Climate change has a little to do with it, but human encroachment has more to do with it than anything,” he says. “I love nature and wildlife, and so many places I’ve seen, I thought, ‘Boy, this is one of the most beautiful places.’ Go back in 30 years, and it could be a strip mall or a neighborhood, and that’s a bit of what ‘Seminole Wind’ is all about. Don’t get me wrong — I guess we all need our houses and our malls, and the more people that come, the more space we’re going to take up. That’s just the way it is. I’m not bitter and I’m not mad, but it does make me a little sad.”

Anderson’s career is a textbook example of resilience. After racking up a dozen top 10 singles — including three No. 1s — from 1980 through 1986, he was absent from that tier of the country list for the next five years. But “Straight Tequila Night” revitalized his career in 1992, becoming his first No. 1 in nine years and the first of eight more top 10 singles.

Unlike the character in “Would You Catch a Falling Star” — a country star grasping at past glory — Anderson has fashioned his 21st-century career in a way that allows him to keep a relaxed touring schedule. He plays just enough acoustic shows to keep the chops up and to scratch the performing itch, but not so many that it becomes a chore. The travel involved in touring is physically taxing, and by singing “Would You Catch a Falling Star” for decades, he gave himself regular reminders over the years to plan for the future he’s now enjoying.

“I didn’t want to be the guy in that song,” he says, half laughing, half serious. “Trust me, I’ve seen several in the last 50 years.”

But Anderson also witnessed — and even befriended — some of the stars who entered the Hall of Fame in years past. He ticks off a string of names that already have bronze plaques in the museum’s rotunda that he had a personal relationship with: Little Jimmy Dickens, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard, George Jones and Tammy Wynette.

Even though he didn’t know what he was doing when he arrived in Nashville in 1972, Anderson clearly figured it out, joining a club beyond anything he dared to dream in those early days.

“I was able to become friends with all those people,” he reflects. “I’m really, really surprised that I ever made it in here. On the other hand, I don’t feel that out of place, because I can almost hear Ernest Tubb and Minnie Pearl and Loretta Lynn saying, ‘You come in here. We got a place for you.’ ”