In this story, there is no romantic mythology of a childhood prodigy, or someone who blew the roof off a church in a small town before being driven off in a Cadillac to go make hit records. If there is a mythology of Withers it is one of the working everyday man. He was the first man in his family to not work in the coal mines of West Virginia. And he had enough of a life before music to know how to walk away from it when he’d had enough.
In 1985, he became fed up with white record executives trying to tell him how and what to sing, or how to promote his album. He didn’t release any new music for the last 35 years of his life.