Carl Stan Perkins

Carl Stanley Perkins, known to many as Stan, passed away peacefully on July 22, 2026, in his beloved hometown of Jackson, Tennessee, at the age of 72. Born on September 17, 1953, in Jackson to the late Carl Lee and Valda Perkins, Stan's life was a remarkable journey rooted in music, humility, and faithful dedication to his church and those he loved.

He grew up like any mischievous boy, playing baseball and stealing gumball machines with his best friend Terry. He received his first Bible from First Baptist Church in 1962. His pastor, Adam Dooley, will be delighted to know he was Baptist before he was Methodist. Stan's deep connection to music began when he was 17 years old and left his job sacking groceries to play drums behind his father, Carl Perkins. He was joined by his beloved brother, Greg, who played the bass guitar. As a family, they graced stages all across globe from Norway, Sweden and Germany all the way down to Australia. Stan played a pivotal role behind the scenes. As the manager for his father, he excelled with a strong and loyal dedication to his father. He stepped into his calling as not just a talented musician but also an incredible businessman.

Later in life, Stan performed on his own tours in Sweden. Accompanied at every step by his devoted wife, Connie, the two cultivated a lifetime of cherished memories on and off the road. Connie was not only his partner in life but also his steadfast companion in music – traveling together to countless concerts where she faithfully supported him, warmly greeting fans, and selling his CDs at each performance. Stan fondly referred to Connie as his "little roadie," a phrase that reflected both his affection and the inseparable bond they shared. He often said, whatever she makes is hers. The friendships they made overseas continued to be a part of their lives.

Throughout his life, Stan was known for his humility, kindness, and unwavering self- sufficiency. Never one to shy from hard work, Stan always chose to handle things himself – never paying others to do tasks or chores that he was able to do. He found peace and pride intending to his yard and flower beds. He often took his old truck to gather mulch at Long’s Nursery, spending quiet afternoons with his dog Jimmy, shaping his garden into an oasis with his own hands. These acts were not just chores but expressions of his love for his home. Even in his last weeks he insisted on getting out on that mower.

Stan was also a man of faith and service, sharing his musical talents with the community by playing in the worship band at Englewood Baptist Church for several years. In the early years of his playing, he was told that he might be dancing a little too much on stage. He served and worshipped at his church for almost 30 years. His church family became like a second family to him. He found some of his closest friends in the walls of the church. You would find him every Sunday morning on the second row right next to Connie and every Wednesday night at Bible Study, right at the front table.

Stan’s legacy is one of music, humility, loving partnership, and faithfulness. He will be deeply missed and lovingly remembered by all whose lives he touched. He has now joined his loving wife at the feet of Jesus and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

There will be a private family service.