February 12th, 2006
Walk The Line: Cash Money
I didn’t grow up with Johnny Cash on my record player or in my tapedeck. I guess that’s probably the case for most guys coming of age in Jersey in the mid-80’s. The bands that introduced me to rock ‘n roll were The Cars, Dire Straits and Pink Floyd. Johnny Cash was a blurry legend, a few generations before my time, falling into the class of Elvis and Hank Williams. Sure, I heard him, but I never really felt him. He represented a completely different universe of emotions.
Or so I thought.
I just got back from Walk The Line, and I’m still caught up in the afterglow. I’m going to shut up now and go find my Cash album and drift off to sleep.
Tags: film, Johnny Cash, music, New Jersey, Pink Floyd, review, The Cars.
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dude, click to Amazon this moment and order The Man Called CASH : The Life, Love and Faith of an American Legend by Steve Turner and Rednecks and Bluenecks: The Politics of Country Music by Chris Willman. Then pick up a copy of The Essential Johnny Cash and his last recording with Rick Rubin (including the amazing box set).
Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon were excellent and dead on. And it was cool to see current country outlaws depicting people in the movie (Shelby Lynn as Cash’s mom, Shooter Jennings as his daddy Waylon).
Cash was the original gangster.
like i said, i heard him before, but i never truly felt him. the man was all soul. sure, he was a badass, but it wasn’t a polished front, it all came from a real place in his heart. genius.
hes was an original. Saint and sinner. Addict and repentant. A reflection os all good and bad about America.
And Willie Nelson just released a song about Gay cowboys! Bless that hillbilly music! Now listen to the gawl-durn CDs I sent you!
i know, dude. tomorrow, i swear. hey, i’ll be up in the city next week. let’s get a drink again.
We can get a beer Monday or Tuesday. I’m on a plane to Texas Wednesday morning.
plans changed. i’ll be there on the 28th/1st.
“I did not vote for Mr. Bush, let’s leave it at that.” JC