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That's neither Dawson's diet nor his lifestyle -- well, except for the rare slice of coconut meringue pie. Dawson, the rockabilly rebel, "The Blond Bomber," the guy who sings such odes to lust and gluttony as "Chili Pepper Mama," "Bad Habit or Two" and "Party Slab," doesn't drink, drug or smoke. A diet of carrot, apple and spinach juice is more to his taste.
He also sneers at being tagged "rockabilly," and this is a man who knows exactly where to draw the line. "What Elvis did with Scotty Moore and Bill Black was rockabilly," Dawson states. "Johnny Cash and Carl Perkins were rockabilly. Carl didn't use a drummer at first. His bass player would beat along on the bass. Cash had a slapping bass.
"I come out of the chute, and that's rock and roll. When you add a drummer and it gets hard, that's rock and roll. That's get-down music."
But whether you call it rockabilly or roots rock, Dawson is definitely a Texas greaser, albeit one who has refused to become a dinosaur act. The man has too much integrity for that '57 Chevy-in-amber nonsense. Dawson has the blues, country and roots-rock chops that come from decades of playing clubs. Anyone who has heard his 1998 Live at the Continental Club or has seen him perform will attest to that. But were it not for the fanaticism of the neo-Teddy Boys in Britain, Dawson might still have been in Dallas knocking out jingles, and were it not for his passionate devotion to clean living, he might not have lived to experience his rediscovery.
The health kick began first. Dawson was rocking on stage and off. In the late '50s Dawson's Ronnie Dee & The D Men bested every band for ten straight weeks at The Big D Jamboree, a weekly Metroplex battle of the bands. That attracted the attention of Ed MacLemore, who at the time was Gene Vincent's manager. MacLemore signed Dawson to a local label, and Dawson cut two singles, including "Rockin' Bones," which became a regional hit.
During the first part of his career, Dawson had a remarkably high voice. "In my full voice, a lot of people said I sounded like Brenda Lee," says Dawson. "I didn't take it as a slam."
But in 1962 Dawson's voice began to deepen. He found he couldn't get through the night without going hoarse, and he began catching frequent colds. "I got tired of feeling bad. I had to do something," he recalls. "There was a fellow, a New Yorker, at my apartment building who was a fitness buff. He started to work at the club at the door. He challenged me. We were sitting by the pool one night drinking beer, and he told me I needed to get into shape. He said he'd come at eight in the morning to run with me."
Thus began a regular fitness regimen that Dawson has kept up for four decades. It includes running up to ten miles a day and a juice diet. So much for the bad-boy image. "I became another person," he says. "I don't know how long I would have lasted without it."
Could it be that Dawson's predilection for clean living comes from his Pentecostal upbringing? Hardly, Dawson says. Apparently there he learned more about sin than salvation.
"Being raised Pentecostal taught me a lot of ways I didn't want to be," he says. "My mother was really heavy into it. My dad [western swing bandleader Pinky Dawson] wasn't. If it weren't for the music, he never would have gone. Maybe neither would I .I tell you, that's some of the wildest people I've ever met in my life."
Dawson attended the Southwestern Bible Institute in Waxahachie his junior year of high school, but he didn't last long. "I just found the ways of the world too attractive," he says. "There were two girls who went home pregnant that year. That was unheard of at public school in Waxahachie .That's also where I learned to drink and smoke. Three or four of us would go to chapel each morning. We had assigned seating. When everybody would stand up to pray, we'd sneak out to smoke."
Dawson has always been hip to being trashy. "Don't get me wrong, I ain't no angel from above / I'm still a gamblin' man, I bet my heart on solo love / I used to be good at being bad / Now I'm just bad at bein' good," he sings on "Good at Being Bad." But the difference is that Dawson never thought of himself as trash, nor has he ever treated himself as such. Dawson does not -- unlike too many others -- confuse his stage act with real life. Maybe that's why he's heading into his fifth decade as a musician.