My name is L. J. Henry. They call me “Geronimo”. My grandfather knew the great Apache medicine man. They held him as a prisoner of war for a full quarter of his life you know. In 1899 he was held at the “Jefferson barracks” near Mobile, that’s where Grandpa Henry met him, and that’s where I got the name ”Geronimo”. I have been playing and singing country music for 50 years.Over those years I have, however informally rubbed elbows with a myriad of the great, near great and ingrate, of the music and entertainment world. I ran the best Guitar store in New York! Matt Umanov Guitars. Down in Greenwich Village. It was there that I got the opportunity to meet the big shots. From Sinatra to Johnny Cash to Paul Butterfield and Jaco Pastorius. Jaco was a pal of mine, I could have saved him if I had been there, I know I could have.
I served in Vietnam in the 60’s, I missed the entire era because of the war, lost a pal or two there. My last job in the Navy was “Armed Forces Police” in Brooklyn. I arrested kids who joined the service, and then just decided they did not like it and just went home, the Navy frowns on that. I also meet “Greta Garbo” there, not in the Navy, in New York. And she spoke to me. I meet Sinatra too, in our mutual bakery “Zito”I wrote a couple of songs with the great Shel Silverstein, he saved my life once, literally. Short story, remind me and I’ll tell you someday.
I play my own songs almost exclusively these days although I do know the words to a lot of songs, other peoples, songs. I am a member of the Ray Price Fan Club. I taught knife and axe throwing and knife fighting for years at my place here in Houston. I am a shameless self promoter, shameless. “Dr. John” and Shawn Colvin played sang on my first demo in n.y.c 25 plus years ago. They’ll remember, I almost cost her, her job by getting her back late to work after. I worked for the mob, no! no! Wait, I mean I was a chauffer to an older Italian gent for a time, who happened to be in the jukebox business and the laundry business ...