i will let you down . . . i will make you hurt
Sunday, October 19, 2003
3:13PM - i will let you down . . . i will make you hurt
a little late, perhaps--but a few words for the man in black. I was particularly personally devastated by the passing of Johnny Cash. I have begun to listen to his music only in the past year, and in that time had come to regard him and June Carter Cash as the ultimate country/folk guy n' girl, making together through hardships, terrible times, starvation and drought, and all else, and above all through it some terribly deep and grounding music.
I suppose I'm doomed to mourn the passing of many such as Cash; I have already wept for George Harrison. this is my particular fate because so many of the monumental men in my personal musical universe are much, much older than the popular musicians of my generation.
While in West Virginia, I saw the video for Cash's "Hurt", his last great work, and it was mind-blowing. I have only heard it once, but I can still see the images of Cash's young, old, railroading, southern outlaw life flickering on and off with him, old and his shaking hands and singing, "I hurt myself today . ."
He wore the black for the poor and the beaten-down. Let us never forget.
3:13PM - i will let you down . . . i will make you hurt
a little late, perhaps--but a few words for the man in black. I was particularly personally devastated by the passing of Johnny Cash. I have begun to listen to his music only in the past year, and in that time had come to regard him and June Carter Cash as the ultimate country/folk guy n' girl, making together through hardships, terrible times, starvation and drought, and all else, and above all through it some terribly deep and grounding music.
I suppose I'm doomed to mourn the passing of many such as Cash; I have already wept for George Harrison. this is my particular fate because so many of the monumental men in my personal musical universe are much, much older than the popular musicians of my generation.
While in West Virginia, I saw the video for Cash's "Hurt", his last great work, and it was mind-blowing. I have only heard it once, but I can still see the images of Cash's young, old, railroading, southern outlaw life flickering on and off with him, old and his shaking hands and singing, "I hurt myself today . ."
He wore the black for the poor and the beaten-down. Let us never forget.