About Jack

The country duo of Jack Blanchard and his wife, Misty Morgan, placed 15 singles on the country charts between 1969-1975.

1969 saw their first charting hit, "Big Black Bird," which made its way into the Top 60. But it was 1970's "Tennessee Bird Walk" that would be their biggest and most memorable hit. The song hit the top of the country charts, did well on the pop charts, and even garnered a Grammy nomination.

Jack explains how his column got started:

"Before Misty Morgan and I had hit records, we entertained at an Orlando nightclub. I made a deal with a local newspaper to write a weekly column in return for a free ad for our club. The column spread to other publications and now has thousands of readers around the world." Jack Blanchard



Billboard Award
Duet of the Year (1970)

Grammy and
CMA Finalists.


(From 2005)

Last night we went to a little beer and wine joint to see and hear a 15 piece modern jazz band. The decor was Early Dumpster, and we were the oldest people for miles. A girl put white bracelets on our wrists at the door, in case we escaped.

A lot of the young guys wore long baggy tee shirts and ankle length shorts, like Charlie Brown. The girl in front of us had the US map tattooed on her back, in case she got lost.

They were a small but friendly group. Empty heads waiting for information. You could look into their eyes and see that nobody was driving. There were no seats, so we stood on the cement floor We bought a couple of beers and put cotton in our ears for safekeeping.

The echo in the room rolled all the sound into one big lump, so I can’t judge the music with any fairness. Much of it sounded to me like the mental hospital orchestra rehearsing “Flight of the Bumblebee”. I know the band is excellent, which only makes me feel dumber. They rehearse at this little bar where they charge fans to get in.

During intermission, a guy armed with an electric guitar was allowed to play for free. They should have made him an offer to leave. He assaulted the strings for an hour on the same three notes, without letting go of a single musical idea. The best part was when he got his thumb caught in the strings. He eventually stopped, shook the saliva from his guitar, and left. The patrons drifted back into the room for the next band set.

All in all, we did enjoy the experience. Sometimes I just complain to be funny. This morning is like Old Home Week. I’m old, I’m home, and I feel weak.

© Jack Blanchard, 2018