The paving contractor who fronts a band on weekends.
"My father incorporated Furr Grading and Paving in 1970. Before that, back in the early 1900s, it was a sand and gravel company and they ran up until the Depression. Then everything kind of petered out, and nothing was done with the property until the mid-’60s. My dad bought it and set up a sand and gravel business, started mining again, selling sand and gravel for concrete, asphalt, and other various things. That’s where it all started, and here we are today doing complete site work, everything from storm drain all the way up to asphalt and curb and gutter on big projects.
Growing up, the business was life. When I was old enough to hold a shovel, I was working. There were times I wanted to run away, especially in the middle of the summer. But as I got older, it became more of a challenge I wanted to meet. There is a legacy to uphold and I want to do that. I like to see things carried out that my father had a vision for. I try to do things his way, but my way, too.
What I love about this business is it’s rewarding. It feels good whenever you’re done with a finished product to stand back and say, ‘Hey, I built that.’ Places I ride by every day, I can look at and say, “Hey, I did that.” Being from here, I make sure my work is top-notch, because it’s my name on it. We work for the public, so to speak. We do some private sector work, some work for the county, a lot of road work. When you go into these dirt roads that have been muddy and nasty their whole lives and you pave them, people come by and say thank you. It’s pretty cool.
Besides the business, music is a big part of my life. In fifth grade, we all had to try out for chorus. The principal, Mr. Jerry Hicks, was also the chorus instructor. So, I did my tryout with Mr. Hicks and went home. That night at dinner, my mom said that the principal had called. My dad put his fork down. She said, ‘He said he’s the best singer in school.’ My dad was a big Elvis guy, did impersonations, played guitar and had a band, so he was pretty proud. My mom said, ‘You’re singing in the chorus.’
I said no.
She said yes.
Fast forward a bit and I didn’t sing much, just karaoke randomly. I was singing karaoke in a bar, and a guy, Darryl Gainey, came up and asked what band I sang with. I said I didn’t.
He asked if I wanted to.
I said no.
I’m not a late-night guy — I like to get up and hunt and fish. But he said, ‘Just think about it. Learn three songs, get up and sing with me.’ I did. Next thing you know, we did a set, then two sets. Then people were messaging me wanting to book the band.
We came up with the name FGH — my last name, Furr, his was Gainey, and the drummer’s was Hicks. We started playing locally, then at the beach and in Charlotte. It picked up steam. It’s been fun, though sometimes it’s trying—working all week, then going to the beach to play. But when I’m up there on stage singing, I don’t think about what’s going on. I don’t think about bad stuff. Music takes me away from everything for a little bit.
I like that I get to live on both sides — running a business that’s important to the community and then playing music for them, too. My love for Cheraw really boils down to the people. I’ve got a lot of friends here, a lot of people I look up to. The kids at the rec department — I love seeing them grow up and succeed.
I’m a small-town guy. I’ve lived in Charlotte, went to school at Clemson, but I don’t like that environment. Here, I don’t even have to go through a stoplight to get to work. Big cities can be lonely. You’ve got all these things to do, but nobody knows who you are. It’s a good feeling to walk into a local restaurant and people recognize you. You go into a store, you’re going to see somebody you know no matter where you go. My wife says we can’t ever sit down because I’m shaking hands with everybody.
I think what we all long for is home. People that leave home come back eventually.
For me, I’ve got everything I want right here."