Summer 2024

Hello friends,


In April, I was greatly saddened to hear of the passing of Jerry Abbott (BJ Blue). As you may recall, he and I recorded several duet CDs. In this newsletter, I'll share a bit of our story and some of my favorite memories.


I'll also share how I came to be mentioned in a new book called "10,000-Mile Trek to Paradise with God's Angels".


I hope you have an amazing summer. We'll catch up soon!


Brittany


Memories of Jerry Abbott (BJ Blue)

Jerry was the owner of Abtrax recording studio in the Berry Hill area of Nashville. We met in the late 90s when I began to work there frequently doing song demos and background vocals.


It seemed like Jerry was always there even if he wasn’t producing, engineering, or part of the session. He enjoyed the creative energy in the air and the camaraderie with amazing musicians. Sometimes the session might be running behind or I’d get there a bit early, and I enjoyed visiting with Jerry and getting to know his story.


I soon learned that his two sons, Vinnie Paul and Darrell (Dimebag) were successful in the heavy metal genre as drummer and guitar player for their band Pantera. When they were young, Jerry worked as an engineer in a recording studio and had been in local country bands touring around TX. As his sons showed an interest in music he taught and encouraged them then started producing and managing them. He engineered and produced the band’s first four albums on their own Metal Magic label. When they were able to secure a major label deal, he stepped aside.


Jerry’s roots were in country music, which brought him to Nashville. He had several of his songs recorded by top country acts including Buck Owens and Freddie Fender. Though the studio was a business for him, it was also a way to surround himself with many of the best singers, songwriters, and musicians in town.

In December of 2004, it was a real punch in the gut for all of us that knew Jerry when we heard the news that Darrell had been shot and killed while on stage during a show in Columbus, OH. I can’t imagine the heartbreak. It was also a reminder of how vulnerable we can be while on stage and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one that had flashbacks of times when an overzealous fan rushed the stage. Sooner than I thought they would, things at the studio returned to normal. What was he to do but keep going. I’m sure it helped to be surrounded by what he loved, but I could see the sadness in his eyes.


In 2010, out of the blue, Jerry called. He told me he wanted to record some duets and wondered if I was interested. His vision was that we would record some of our favorite duets or songs that would work as duets that had already been big hits. He wanted to do them with bluegrass instrumentation. After meeting and going over songs, we agreed to record. Jerry was recording under the pseudonym BJ Blue. It seemed to me he was anxious to record as much music as he could, making several solo CDs along with what became three duet CDs (37 songs) that we recorded. He released them to smaller radio stations and on iTunes, but there really wasn’t a plan for them. It seemed the plan for him, was just the enjoyment of doing it.


During this time, he decided to write his life story, “Over My Left Shoulder”. I’ve always been a grammar geek and Jerry asked if I’d help proofread his drafts. I was happy to help and humbled that I’d be among the first to read what I’m sure at times wasn’t easy to put to paper.



Jerry eventually sold the studio and moved home to TX about the time that I moved to AZ. In 2018 he lost his other son Vinnie Paul to heart disease. We stayed in touch as he was writing a screenplay. Jerry had a great sense of humor, and I enjoyed being his sounding board for that process. As his health declined, we weren’t able to be in touch as much, but I will always remember the sound of his laugh and am grateful for the gift of his friendship and our recordings together. Rest in peace my friend. Here is one of my favorites that we recorded.


The Last Thing on My Mind - BJ Blue with Brittany Allyn

10,000-Mile Trek To Paradise with God's Angels


I met Gale Stoddard at Portside, a supper club in Rice, MN that was located along the Mississippi river. I started singing there when I was 12 on Sunday afternoons for months on end. The lounge had Polynesian décor and was called the Kon Tiki Room. I performed with Dick Krekelberg, a local artist who was sort of a one-man band, playing guitar and triggering the bass with foot pedals like an organ would have. He decided to take the summer off and therefore by default, so did I. 


As we would do on Sunday afternoons from time to time, our family took a Sunday drive. I was surprised when dad turned down the winding road that led to Portside.

Once inside I was excited to see that there was live entertainment. I was always anxious to hear live music and was enamored with the beautiful lady playing a grand piano.


The owner introduced us explaining to Gale that I sang, and she was kind enough to allow me to sing with her. By this time, I knew quite a few songs and her repertoire was endless. I remember as we went from song to song what a good feeling it was that I could sing with someone I’d literally meant moments before and how smoothly it went. Though I had been gaining experience, I was well aware that the credit belonged to her. She was a brilliant pianist and entertainer.


Gale was also very friendly. She soon was telling us about growing up in the Philippines and coming to America and living in California. I don’t think I’d met anyone from another country up until then, especially not a musician. I had aspirations of a career in music with no idea of how I would achieve them, but I thought to myself, if she can come from another country and accomplish all this, surely, I can find a way. After that, I would write her letters and she always graciously replied. It meant so much to know someone making a career in music that understood my dreams and would encourage them rather than write them off. 


(I am on the left in the picture below with my sister Peggy in the middle and cousin, Bonnie on the right. Gale took a camera with her on tour and later sent this picture. I love the way she is looking at me)

I wouldn’t see Gale again until I graduated from high school. For my graduation gift, I’d asked my mom and dad to buy her a plane ticket so she could come to my graduation party. You can’t imagine the excitement I felt when she accepted. We took the upright piano out of my grandparents’ living room and moved it to the patio off the walk-out basement of our home. Looking back, I’m sure it was out of tune and certainly not an instrument worthy of her talent. But being the pro she was, she made it sound better than any of us had ever heard or imagined it could. It was during this visit that I learned that Gale was Catholic. She shared her faith and spoke of her family. Of course, this was music to my parents’ ears who were concerned about me wanting to pursue a career in music and their fears of what that lifestyle would be like. 


Gale and I continued to keep in touch. She was always so encouraging and anxious to hear of my musical pursuits. She followed my career and when I was touring with Lorrie Morgan and George Jones, she made a point to come to the shows when we were near Los Angeles.



As she shares her amazing story in her book “10,000-mile Trek to Paradise with God’s Angels”, she speaks of how God’s angels have guided her. Well, I say, it takes one to know one! I wholeheartedly believe it’s no coincidence that our paths crossed that summer afternoon. God sent me an angel too, an angel named Gale.

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