Two Weeks Before Doo Died, Loretta Lynn Took Him to Get Hearing Aids Because He Could No Longer Hear the Music During the final month of Doolittle Lynn’s life, he kept telling Loretta that he could no longer hear the music. At first, she misunderstood him. After nearly five decades of marriage, so much of it shaped by her career, Loretta thought Doo might be asking her to stop singing. She later said she would have done it if that was what he wanted. Then she realized the problem was physical. Diabetes and heart disease had confined him to a bed and wheelchair. His legs had been amputated, his eyesight was failing, and now his hearing was disappearing. Two weeks before his death, Loretta took him to be fitted with a pair of tiny hearing aids. By then, she had already placed most of her career aside. Loretta later remembered Doo being bedridden for roughly six years. She stayed home at Hurricane Mills and cared for him around the clock, cutting back her performances and no longer writing songs. When an interviewer asked what had happened to her career during those years, she answered that she did not know. Taking care of Doo had become the work. He died from diabetes-related complications and heart failure in August 1996, five days before his seventieth birthday. Loretta stayed away from performing for another year because, as she put it, she did not have the heart to return. When she eventually entered the studio again, one song brought the final weeks back into the room. “I Can’t Hear the Music,” written with Cody James and Kendal Franceschi, turned Doo’s failing hearing into Loretta’s description of widowhood. The man who had once pushed her toward a stage was gone, and she could no longer hear the voice that had always told her she could do more. During the recording, Loretta repeatedly broke down. At one point, producer Randy Scruggs stopped the session for roughly forty-five minutes. He asked her to think about something she wanted—anything that might carry her through the final chorus. Loretta had not eaten that day. Through the studio window, she had noticed a Snickers bar in the vending machine. She fixed her mind on the candy bar, returned to the microphone and finished the take. Some of her crying remained on the record. The song preserved Doo’s last silence. The little promise of chocolate got Loretta through the chorus.

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THE SONG LORETTA LYNN COULD ONLY FINISH BY THINKING ABOUT A CANDY BAR

“I Can’t Hear the Music”

Doolittle Lynn’s sentence sounded simple enough to misunderstand.

He had spent decades inside Loretta’s musical life. He bought her first guitar, encouraged her to perform and drove her from one radio station to another when “I’m a Honky Tonk Girl” needed airplay. He had also resented the career at times, particularly when it took her away from home.

So when Doo began saying he could not hear the music anymore, Loretta wondered whether he meant that he no longer wanted music around him.

She took the words seriously. If he was asking her to stop singing, she later said, she would have stopped.

Only gradually did she understand that Doo was describing what his body had taken from him.

The Work Inside Hurricane Mills

During the early 1990s, Loretta’s public schedule narrowed.

Her absence could have looked like the natural slowing of a veteran performer whose greatest chart years were behind her. Inside the Lynn home, the reason was more immediate.

Doo’s diabetes had worsened. His health required continual attention, and Loretta took responsibility for much of that care. In a later interview with Dan Rather, she remembered him being bedridden for about six years. Other accounts described four especially intensive years at his bedside.

She stopped writing. Concerts became secondary. When Rather asked what had happened to her career during this period, Loretta gave no calculation of missed albums or lost income.

She had been caring for her husband, she said. It was an around-the-clock job.

The Farmer Without His Legs

Illness took away the parts of life Doo understood best.

He had always been physical—a logger in Washington, a farmer and the man overseeing the large property at Hurricane Mills. Even when Loretta’s name stood above the enterprise, Doo remained attached to land, equipment and work that could be completed with his hands.

Diabetes first cost him toes, then a foot and eventually both legs. Loretta remembered that when doctors prepared to remove the second leg, she understood what the loss would mean to him.

He could no longer move through the farm as he once had. A wheelchair replaced the working routines around which he had built his identity.

His eyesight deteriorated. Fluid filled his lungs. Then the music began to recede.

The Small Hearing Aids

Two weeks before Doo died, Loretta took him to obtain hearing aids.

They were tiny devices, an attempt to restore one narrow path back into the room. She also tried glasses, though he resisted wearing them and no longer showed much interest in television.

The gestures were practical and intimate. Loretta could not reverse his diabetes or return his legs. She could place the hearing aids near his ears and see whether a voice, a television program or a song might reach him again.

The woman who had spent much of her adult life projecting sound toward distant audiences was now trying to deliver it across the short space beside her husband’s bed.

Doo died at Hurricane Mills in August 1996. He was sixty-nine.

A Year Without the Stage

Loretta did not immediately convert the loss into a record.

She remained away from work for about another year. Grief damaged her sense of time; in one interview she recalled asking a friend whether she had been in Nashville for only a few nights and being told that a year had passed.

When she did return, she began with performing rather than writing. Songs required a kind of attention she had not yet recovered.

Her career had once been propelled by Doo’s certainty. He heard her singing while she worked around the house and insisted she could earn money with that voice. Loretta entered music partly because she did not want to disappoint him.

Without Doo, the person who had pushed her toward the work was also the person whose absence made the work difficult to resume.

Turning His Sentence Around

Loretta eventually wrote “I Can’t Hear the Music” with Cody James and Kendal Franceschi.

The title began with Doo’s physical hearing loss, but the pronoun changed. In the song, Loretta became the person unable to hear. The missing music was his voice—his criticism, encouragement and insistence that she could do what she doubted she could.

The change allowed a private bedside sentence to hold two different disappearances.

Doo had lost the sound around him as his body failed. Loretta lost the sound that had followed her since adolescence when he died.

The song was chosen for Still Country, her first solo studio album in more than a decade. Randy Scruggs produced the sessions in Nashville in 2000.

Writing the song had not made it easier to sing.

Forty-Five Minutes Before the Chorus

Loretta began the vocal and broke down.

She tried to sing a line at a time, but when the final chorus approached, the session stopped. According to her account, roughly forty-five minutes passed before she could continue.

Scruggs suggested that she concentrate on something pleasant—something she wanted after finishing the performance. Loretta had gone through the day without eating. She had noticed a Snickers bar in a vending machine.

That became the object waiting at the other end of the song.

She returned to the microphone thinking about the candy bar and made it through another take. The distraction did not remove the grief from her voice. Some of the crying had to remain because a perfectly controlled performance was no longer available.

The record carries both efforts: Loretta remembering Doo and Loretta trying not to remember him long enough to finish.

What “I Can’t Hear the Music” Really Leaves Behind

Loretta and Doo’s marriage contained devotion, violence, betrayal, work, ambition and a loyalty that neither one managed to explain neatly. Reducing those forty-eight years to romance would make them less truthful. Reducing them to damage would do the same.

The final years placed them in a room where the old arguments no longer solved anything. Doo needed care. Loretta stayed.

After he died, she needed a way to return to the occupation he had first demanded she try. The song became part of that return, though completing it required a studio pause, a vending machine and one small appetite strong enough to compete with memory.

Loretta eventually sang the final chorus. She did not hide every break in her voice.

Then the recording ended, the control-room lights remained on, and the Snickers bar was still waiting.

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