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“ARE YOU AWAKE? I NEED TO LEARN THAT LICK OF YOURS.” Jerry Reed once told a story that still makes musicians smile. It was 2 a.m. when his phone rang. On the other end was Chet Atkins — wide awake, no apology, no hesitation. “Jerry,” he said, “that lick you play in The Claw… it’s keeping me up. Show me how you do it.” Jerry laughed, staring at the clock. “Chet, normal people are sleeping.” Chet replied softly, “Music doesn’t sleep.” So the two of them — one a legend, one a wild genius — sat there in the middle of the night, trading notes through a phone line. No stage. No audience. Just two hearts loving the same thing far too much.

In a world of fierce solo  guitar virtuosos, there’s something special about two masters who not only challenge each other—they also laugh together. That’s the story of Chet Atkins and Jerry Reed. What started as admiration turned into friendship, turned into unforgettable musical duets and playful “duels” on stage and in the studio.

Chet Atkins was already a major figure in Nashville and beyond when Jerry Reed emerged as a blazing new talent. Jerry once said:

“I always went back to Chet Atkins. Man, that was the greatest guitar player that ever lived as far as I am concerned…” 
That quote shows the respect Jerry had for Chet—and sets the stage for the magic ahead.

In 1970 the duo released Me & Jerry, their first studio album together, and even won a Grammy for it. 
They weren’t just serious—they were playful. While the guitar work was precise, there’s a lightness in their interplay: one riffs, the other laughs, then the roles reverse.
One fun example: Chet’s 1974 album Chet Atkins Picks on Jerry Reed is literally Chet playing Jerry’s compositions—a friendly nod that says: “I’ll show you how I interpret your tunes.”

They often appeared together in “guitar duels,” but there was no real rivalry. One clip captures them playing “Jerry’s Breakdown” side-by-side, grinning and pushing each other to new heights. 
The vibe? Two friends, each one saying: “Okay – your turn.” Then: “Alright – my turn.” The audience gets the ride.

Later, their collaboration album Sneakin’ Around (1991) proved their rapport stood the test of time: nearly two decades after their first pairing, they came back together and the chemistry was still bubbling.
In the recording studio, Jerry and Chet weren’t just guitarists—they were conversationalists through music. They could lean back, smile, and say: “You go do that lick.” Then the other would respond: “Okay, watch this.”

  • Respect is the foundation. Jerry’s respect for Chet (and vice versa) made their collaboration genuine.

  • Playfulness keeps the fire alive. Their duels weren’t seriousness incarnate—they were joyous.

  • Long-term partnerships matter. They kept coming back together, refining their craft, enjoying each other’s company.

If you ever feel like you’re working with someone who brings the best out of you—someone who pushes you, laughs with you, and respects you—then you’re walking a path similar to what Chet Atkins and Jerry Reed walked together. And if you pick up the guitar (or whatever you create) tonight, maybe throw in a lick … for your “friend-duel” partner.

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