Dwight Williams, MD
I started with piano lessons after imitating my father at his old black up-right Wurlitzer. He played by a listening ear, and I remember his favorite effort was “God will make a way some how,” his hands jumping and dancing at the
Music lessons led to recitals and discovery of a black pianist/composer, Nathaniel Dett; One of his compositions (Juba Dance) becoming one of my favorites to perform.
Soon I started filling in for the church pianist when she would arrive late; this was quickly followed by my becoming church musician playing for all choirs, programs, plays, weddings, funerals and miscellaneous events.
An ambitious son of a county commissioner heard about my church playing as he was a drummer aspiring after the soul and rhythms of our community.
At age 14, I accompanied him into an afternoon jazz club playing the Hammond B-3. It was Ted’s 115 Club owned by a local radio personality. I was told the house organ man had just come off the road with Wilson Pickett.
This started my nights on stage as a part of performing bands. From hard rock, top 20 bands, brother/sister groups with turtle necks and blazers, to university jazz ensembles and solo restaurant gigs.
Meanwhile, I was student director of the high school band playing several instruments -baritone horn, valve trombone, sousaphone, trumpet, and xylophone; I also accompanied the chorus at the piano.
Then came the Soul, Jazz and Jazz-fusion years. Fort Bragg and Pope Air Force Base offered open opportunities with many night clubs and venues; sometimes working the band six or seven days a week and twice on Sunday. I played with or opened for musicians like Percy Sledge, The Impressions, Brenda and the Tabulations, Eddie Holman (Hey There Lonely girl), William Bell, and Chuck Jackson (Any Day Now). I once asked Lionel Richie to let me join the Commodores just before they went on tour with the Jackson-5; he answered that the band was closed to any additions at the time.
In college I majored in my other love, biology, and minored in chemistry. I was given the opportunity to attend medical school and moved to Chapel Hill, NC. After graduating I moved to New York for residency and specialty training. During those years I started to write songs; Back to Caroline was one of those songs. I wanted others to hear and Clive Davis was was kind enough to respond with an encouraging letter.
Now after many years of medical practice and delivery of hundreds of babies, I am returning to where I belong…..Back to Caroline.