Johnny Cash, We hardly knew ye
posted by lunchstealer on Fri 12 of Sep, 2003 [13:18]
OK. At least I hardly knew him. Growing up in a small town in South Carolina, I made a decision pretty early on to separate myself from all things redneck-related. Unlike almost all my peers, I didn't watch The Dukes of Hazard. And from an early age, I garnered a strong distaste for country music.
Well, for the most part, I was right. To this day I'm more into Progressive Rock than Country. Actually that's an understatement. I still frickin hate that crap they play on the Wolf.
Now, in accordance with Sturgeon's Law, most genre are mostly crap. But if they're mostly crap, then they're also slightly good. So there are artists and performances out there that kick ass. Johnny Cash was such an artist, and he passed away yesterday at the age of 71.
When Trent Resnor sang 'Hurt' he was angry Avant Garde guy. When Johnny Cash covered it, he was a guy who was 70 years old, and was looking back on a life of drugs, alcohol, and pain.
Here's to you, Johnny. May you be in Heaven half an hour 'fore the Devil knows you're dead.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Historical Blogging II: Faretheewell Johnny Cash
Part II of my series where I recover various rants from blogs past. Without further ado, from September of '03, my long-distance elegy to The Man in Black.
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Hey I loved him, too. And, even when I was growing up which ... hmmm, oddly enough I felt the same way you did -- something about johnny touched us all. a man's man. comfortable in his own skin. He died too soon. I've learned to look at lives as 'wholes' no matter how short or long --- but when a person gives so much of themselves we never want to let go. We never have to. A remembered man never dies. Nice post.
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