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Hi, I’m Smilin’ Jay McDowell

12 min readAug 18, 2026

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Music took me from a small bedroom in rural Indiana to 22 countries. Photo supplied by the author.

“What are you always smiling about?”

I was ten years old, playing on the playground, and Bobby Beeler came at me with the question. I’d never really thought about it before. Why WAS I always smiling? I’ve always been optimistic, giving everyone the benefit of the doubt and moving through life with a cheerful outlook. There is constant music going on in my brain. The only way I can describe it is to say it’s like “cartoon music.” Some feel such a thing would torture them, but I have never looked at it that way. I just roll through life with a sunny disposition.

The crazy thing is that I am also in constant pain. I was born with a major case of Pectus Excavatum. My sternum was not fully formed, giving nothing for my ribs to connect to. I could touch my shoulders together, actually folding my body in half. This “party trick” made all the girls scream.

Doctors examined me when I was little and advised that we keep an eye on it as I grew. Starting at about age twelve, I had a series of major surgeries. Over the years, the surgeons cut into my chest to create scar tissue. This would act as a sternum, giving the ribs something to “grab onto.” A metal bar was added for stability, providing another party trick. I could hang refrigerator magnets to the sides of my chest, and they would…

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Smilin' Jay McDowell
Smilin' Jay McDowell

Written by Smilin' Jay McDowell

CMA and CMT Award winner. 3-time Grammy-nominated bass player with BR5-49. He works at the Country Music Hall of Fame. He has so many stories... just ask him!

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