
When Eddie Rabbitt married Janine Girardi on his thirty-fifth birthday, November 27, 1976, the former New Jersey runaway had already written two songs for her, “Pure Love” and “Sweet Janine,” and made up his mind that his children would never grow up in a broken home.
To keep that promise, he and Janine bought a secluded farm in the rolling woods outside Nashville, far from the Music Row bars where he had spent his lean early years as a $37.50-a-week staff writer. Even as he became one of the biggest crossover stars of the late 1970s and early 1980s, Rabbitt avoided the typical road-warrior lifestyle, banning hard partying around his crew and flying or driving back to their acreage as soon as the stage lights went down.
That fierce protection of home grew out of what he had lost in East Orange, New Jersey, in 1957. Up to age sixteen, his childhood house had been filled with traditional Irish melodies whenever his father, Thomas, returned from his shift at an oil refinery and picked up his fiddle or accordion.
When Thomas and Mae divorced, the music inside the apartment stopped. Shaken by the split, the teenager walked away from Clifford J. Scott High School with his mother’s quiet blessing, later finishing his diploma at night school while working as a delivery truck driver, fruit picker, and night-shift orderly in a state psychiatric hospital.
Alone in his bedroom between shifts, he practiced the guitar chords a Boy Scout camp leader named “Texas” Bob Randall had taught him at twelve and tuned his AM radio to distant Southern country stations. Playing New Jersey clubs like Six Steps Down and winning a local talent contest in 1964 eventually gave him the confidence to take a Greyhound bus to Tennessee in 1968 with a thousand dollars in his pocket.
After Elvis Presley recorded his ballad “Kentucky Rain” in 1969 and Ronnie Milsap took “Pure Love” to number one in 1974—a joyful song Rabbitt wrote while thinking of Janine—Elektra Records signed him as a solo artist. His wedding day in late 1976 coincided with the start of a chart run that produced seventeen number one country hits, including “Suspicions,” “Drivin’ My Life Away,” “I Love a Rainy Night,” and “Step by Step”.
Out on their Tennessee farm, Eddie and Janine welcomed their first child, a daughter named Demelza, and filled the property with dogs, horses, and the everyday family noise he had missed since high school. Whenever industry executives pressed him for heavier touring schedules, he guarded his calendar so he could eat dinner at his own kitchen table.
That quiet life was tested in 1983 when their second child, Timothy, was born with biliary atresia, a rare and life-threatening liver condition. At the peak of his commercial earning power, Rabbitt canceled major concert tours and stepped back from the road for nearly two years so he and Janine could stay by Timmy’s hospital bed.
He later told reporters that while he did not want to be away from music, the place he was standing beside his son mattered far more than any arena. Timmy underwent a liver transplant in 1985, but complications claimed the young boy’s life at age two.
Holding their household together through the grief, Eddie and Janine welcomed another son, Tommy, in 1986 and turned their private loss into public advocacy. Rabbitt served as honorary chairman of the American Council on Transplantation and raised funds for Easter Seals, the Muscular Dystrophy Association, and the Special Olympics.
When he returned to recording, he scored late-1980s and 1990 label chart-toppers like “The Wanderer,” “On Second Thought,” and the patriotic “American Boy” while keeping his road dates short enough to stay present for Demelza and Tommy.
In March 1997, doctors diagnosed Rabbitt with lung cancer. True to the private life he had built with Janine, he kept his radiation treatments and surgery to remove part of a lung hidden from nearly everyone in Nashville, spending his final months at home and recording an album of children’s songs titled *Songs from Rabbittland*.
When he passed away in Nashville on May 7, 1998, at age 56, the sixteen-year-old who had once used a six-string guitar to fill an empty New Jersey house left behind a twenty-two-year marriage and a farm where the music and family never broke apart.