Preparations
Johnny Cash and Robbie Williams. Two amazingly different artists, both in terms of musicianship and personality wise. Still they are the two artists that my weekend is revolving all around, since tomorrow I'm going with my dear mum to Gothenburg to see Mr Williams in concert, together with ~60000 others. Should be an absolute hoot, and to warm up for this occasion I'm going to watch the classic documentary Nobody Someday tomorrow morning. Why tomorrow morning you ask? Well, that's simply because...
...Tonight I'm watching Walk The Line, the early years or Mr Cash and Mrs Carter Cash. I've been excited about this film for some time, and as more and more people around me claim it's even better than expected I shall be placing my expectations on a fairly grand level. To warm up for this occasion I've listen to his last recordings which were released just this week; American V - A Hundred Highways. Rick Rubin stated that when he produced Johnny Cash's five last albums he was trying to make the ultimate death-album and A Hundred Highways even beat The Man Comes Around in that sense. I can't remember hearing something so fragile and so lonesome in anyone's voice. A man who's lost his life-long love and know his own departure is soon to come sings his last frail tones and while it seems a bit constructed to say so; but you can almost scent death in the songs. American V is a great album, even though there are no apparent hits like there has been on the four previous American recordings, but as a last statement it couldn't have been more complete.
...Tonight I'm watching Walk The Line, the early years or Mr Cash and Mrs Carter Cash. I've been excited about this film for some time, and as more and more people around me claim it's even better than expected I shall be placing my expectations on a fairly grand level. To warm up for this occasion I've listen to his last recordings which were released just this week; American V - A Hundred Highways. Rick Rubin stated that when he produced Johnny Cash's five last albums he was trying to make the ultimate death-album and A Hundred Highways even beat The Man Comes Around in that sense. I can't remember hearing something so fragile and so lonesome in anyone's voice. A man who's lost his life-long love and know his own departure is soon to come sings his last frail tones and while it seems a bit constructed to say so; but you can almost scent death in the songs. American V is a great album, even though there are no apparent hits like there has been on the four previous American recordings, but as a last statement it couldn't have been more complete.