That was without a doubt the worst most embarrassing title I’ve ever given a post on this blog, and that is saying something.
However, it occurred to me, and once it did I couldn’t back down. I’m never one to back down from some worthwhile self-humiliation.
In case you’re not aware, the title is a reference to great American country artist Johnny Cash. He of Walk The Line-fame (truly a great biopic) and early appreciator of the all-black wardrobe.
So what is the history between myself and Johnny Cash?
Well, I think of there being three distinct stages. The first is a result of Mom’s love of murder mysteries. Johnny Cash appeared in a Columbo episode, stretching his acting skills by portraying a famed country star. Spoiler: he was the murderer.
Stage two: I started confusing Frank Sinatra with Johnny Cash. I have no idea how this happened, but for a long time I was certain they played Johnny Cash at Bertucci’s chains.
Stage three: I started liking Johnny Cash and figured out what the hell was going on. This involved listening to CDs in the car (Dad’s a fan of the music) and downloading some songs onto my ancient iPod.
And because this is a list blog, here’s a quick list of my favorite songs, actually in a semi-meaningful order, something that’s maybe never been seen on this blog before:
- Folsom Prison Blues
- God’s Gonna Cut You Down
- Ain’t No Grave
- I Walk the Line
- Ring of Fire
- Get Rhythm
- I Still Miss Someone
- You Are My Sunshine
- In the Jailhouse Now