mr. crowell
so today i met the man who, growing up, my mother taught me to regard next to god. rodney crowell. not quite considering my mom is pretty religious. but every saturday when we would do chores my mom would load up the 5 disc changer and turn it up as loud as my mom deemed appropriate for music to go, and we would sweep and mop and dust and vacuum and the whole shebang. he is the man i learned to air guitar to and the reason i listen to folk music.
now if i could only manage to see his ex-wife in concert. if cash could have only lasted one more week i would have seen roseanne- but she canceled at acl fest because her papa died- "i can almost imagine a world without johnny cash but i cannot imagine a world without daddy"