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“WHO KNEW A 20-YEAR-OLD VIDEO WOULD MAKE HIM CRY AT 67?” Vince Gill didn’t expect tears that day. But the moment he saw his younger self — that quiet Oklahoma kid holding a guitar almost too big for his body — something in him just broke open. The light on his face softened, and he whispered, “I didn’t know that kid would survive… let alone make music that lasts.” The whole room fell silent. Not dramatic. Just honest. Watching him revisit “Still Right Here In My Heart” feels like opening a time capsule you weren’t ready for but suddenly need. You see his nerves, his hunger, his hope — all in one fragile glance. And when he murmurs, “I wish I could tell that kid he makes it,” fans say it stirs up their own childhood aches too. A small moment… but it hits unbelievably deep.

Before Vince Gill became one of the most celebrated voices in country music, he spent his early career playing rock and bluegrass. Born in Norman, Oklahoma, Gill was introduced to music by his father, who encouraged his curiosity and talent. As a young musician, he learned multiple instruments and joined his first band, Mountain Smoke, while still in high school.

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After graduating in 1975, Vince Gill bounced between several groups, even performing briefly with Ricky Skaggs’ Boone Creek Band. But his career took a major turn in 1978 when he joined Pure Prairie League—an opportunity that provided his first national exposure and helped shape the future of his musical journey.

According to longtime Pure Prairie League bassist and frontman Michael Reilly, the band first encountered Vince when Mountain Smoke opened for them in Oklahoma City. Reilly immediately recognized Gill’s remarkable ability and approached him with an invitation to join.

“Do you want to join a rock ‘n’ roll band?” Reilly asked. Gill declined at the time, replying, “Nah, I’m a grasser, I’m a bluegrass player.”

Nearly two years later, Pure Prairie League began auditioning guitarists. Vince, accompanying a friend who wanted the role, ended up being invited to stay and jam with the group. After an extended session that showcased his natural talent, Gill agreed to become part of the band.

Reilly fondly remembered recognizing Gill’s extraordinary skill early on and watching his evolution as a musician. “Talent like that is a God-given gift, and it’s unmistakable,” he said. “It was wonderful watching Vince’s beginnings as a songwriter. He was a brilliant player, and we had a blast having him in the band… Whenever Vince is interviewed today, he’s always gracious, mentioning his time with Pure Prairie League as the place where he truly got his start.”

During their peak years, the band appeared on popular shows such as Dick Clark’s American Bandstand (1980) and The Merv Griffin Show (1981). Even then, it was evident that Vince Gill was destined for greatness.

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