“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Some of you may have noticed that I haven’t blogged in a few days. This is partially because I’ve been busy and partially because I’ve been trying to decide just how, in this little forum of mine, to best brooch the news of the demise of Johnny Cash. And you know what? I just can’t do it. I can’t properly pay homage to the Man in Black here on this little page. So knowing that I can’t say it all, I’ll say what I can.

Cash was one of the few country artists I ever really embraced. I am NOT a country fan. My father was. In fact, it’s hard to think of Dad without hearing some Johnny Cash or George Jones Sr. somewhere in the back of my head (Jones being one of the few other artists to get on my good side, but I’ve got to be in the proper mood.).

It’s no secret that I think industry awards are full of shit. They’re petty symbols of the industry slapping it’s own back. That aside, Cash was so universally respected that he was inducted into both the country and rock and roll falls of fame. In fact, he was the only one to ever do so until 1998 when Elvis Presley was posthumously inducted into the country hall of fame. Given the nature of the industries, this is something of an achievement

But I could talk trivia for pages. That’s how much there is to say. If you want to read more click here.

So yes Mike, (see last post’s comments) I didn’t intend to let this pass. I just wanted to do the man justice.

Johnny Cash, 1932-2003

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