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February 23, 2010

The Devil Made Me Do it ("big-box record stores are such a drag...")

As a rule, I can't stand giving my money to the big-box record store chains. There is no feel there, no personality and certainly no charm. Its all profits and loss and debits and credits. This is not to say that our independent record store friends aren't in the game to make some bread...they are. It is just that these guys aren't afraid to leave a little blood on the tracks. 

When I was living in Sydney Australia, I only bought my music from one shop and one shop only...Mojo Music (see pic for a snap of the shop).  The owner (I calls him The Kingfish) runs a bow-down operation. Check out this post to learn a bit about the most down-right, damn-straight, hot shit record shop south of the sun: "If you ever get lonely, you go to the record shop and visit all of your friends...".

All that being said...I'm a fucking rat-fink.  I went to the dark-side the other day...the HMV on Oxford St. in London. I wanted to pick up the latest/last release from my ol' pal Johnny Cash.  I figured I would pick this up in a quick dash and grab to get a new release. Usually I love to hunt for buried treasure only found in used vinyl shop.  Anyhow, this newbie is the last in the American Recording series from Rick Rubin & Johnny: "American Recordings VI: Ain't No Grave".  It is a stellar swan-gsong from a lost legend. This record is still riding towards the setting sun...I miss Johnny Cash. 

I went down the bottom floor of the HMV and saw two things that knocked me out: a full on dedicated display to ACE Records and a country music section that was, well, a country-mile wide. 

ACE Records' HQ is here in London, so I wasn't surprised to see the display...but sho' nuff if it didn't look impressive.  

I found me a blue ribbon prize in the country section, too...black gold.  I picked up my fave Willie Nelson album...on a shinny new piece of vinyl, no less.  This is my favorite Willie period. During this time he made the records he wanted and had a full-on, all-out ball doing it with his Family Band. 

Here are three ditties from Ol' Willie from that chestnut of an album: "Shotgun Willie", "Devil in a Sleepin' Bag" & "Stay All Night".  The last song is a live version of the song...listen to Willie riff on Trigger (that's his trusty old guitar for those of you who don't know). 

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p.s. Hey Kingfish...sorry about going into HMV.  It won't happen again...

     
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May 15, 2009

Johnny Cash is a friend of mine...

I remember how gut-wrenching it was the day the Johnny Cash died. I felt like I lost an old and true friend. I can't say I ever met him, but I feel like I knew him well.  If you listened to what he had to say in the stories he sang and the tales that he told, you could find out anything you wanted to about the man.  Famously, he walked the line, but he also walked the talk. 

If you look at the arc of his career it matches the arc of his life.  He created music not to sell records, but to tell his story.  Every phase, every cause and every up and down has been turned into song and shared with all who care to listen and to all who can't help but listen.  I am definitely one of the latter, but am more so someone who actually cares about listening.   Johnny is an inspiration to me for many reasons.  First and foremost he was his own man, a self-made man, and it was by his terms that he acted out his life.  If you are looking for a character in history that typified the folklore of the American way or American figure...it was Johnny; they need to make more room on Mount Rushmore.

He grew up on a small farm in Arkansas, experienced great tragedy and poverty as a child, had a dream that he stood by, through deep valleys and towering peaks, to turning into a reality which he ultimately achieved. He went on to become of the most recognised figures in the world.   Through all of this he never lost sight of who he was and how he came to be.

He was desperate early in his career, ravaged by drugs and stoked by fame.  He was saved by love and saved through his faith. He always reached out to people and reached down to help his fellow man up.  We can learn a lot from Johnny Cash...he was honest which means that he wore his flaws on his chest like medals for all to see and learn from just as much as he wore his heart on his sleeve.

Just a few minutes ago, I was listening to a bootleg of a show he did in 1994.  This was right around the time that he experienced a rebirth (yet again) of his career through the involvement of producer Rick Rubin. At the time right before Rubin entered the scene, Johnny was trying to just be himself, but no one was listening. Record companies wanted gimmicks, but Johnny just wanted to play what was on his mind...as he always did.  Rubin sought out Johnny and said, I want to record you...on your terms.  It was a historical pairing. The results were five defining albums that were as rich as the Arkansas soil that Johnny tilled many years earlier.

This bootleg struck me because of the voice Johnny sang in. It was a knowing voice, a voice you felt compelled to listen to and believe every word it sang. You trusted it...unequivocally.  This was 1994 and Johnny had been singing for a long time.  The voice was not tired and old, nor was it outdated...it was "outlasted". He had experienced so much, but was still not finished and that is what he voice sounded like: a man with a rich and deep history who was still cutting paths and who still had at least three steps on the setting sun.

A stone cold cool story for you.  In 1998, Johnny Cash won a grammy for Country Album of the year.  The irony was not lost on Johnny or Rick Rubin.  The same industry that said Johny was washed up a few years earlier, rewarded him with it's highest honour.  Just after this, Johnny and Rubin's record label (aptly titled, "American Recordings") took out a full page ad Billboard magazine.  The ad was the famous 1970 picture of Johny with a full on and furious middle finger sticking up, defiantly.  In the upper of the ad, the copy read: "American Recordings and Johnny Cash would like to acknowledge the Nashville music establishment and country radio for your support."  Johnny Cash...on his own terms.

Here is the ad:



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I have a bumper sticker on my car and it reads: "Johnny Cash is a friend of mine".  I believe this to be true. He's never let me down.


(this is the actual bumper sticker)


So, here it is, my tribute to Johnny Cash, written a few years after his death:

The Man in Black

He walked with kings and never lost the common touch. He knew not a distance between preacher and follower. He could speak to many different people and he could speak for many different people.

While he walked this Earth he spoke and we listened. And though he has passed on, his words still ring true; immortal.

Johnny Cash was one of us.

He was one of us…but he was also something more than what we could ever collectively be. This everyman spoke words we could not communicate and articulated feelings we could not express.

Johnny Cash was special and I am proud to say that I lived in his time.

Johnny Cash never forgot where he came from; he never forgot that everyone else came from somewhere too. He invited everyone and anyone to live within the stories that he told through song. Johnny Cash walked the line for love, he walked the line for his faith and he walked the line for all of us who were unable to do so.

Do we not all seek to be inspired?

Let me share with you my inspiration…Johnny Cash. His is an influence…empowering-unavoidable…in that once you experience it, it stays with you.


My first impression of Johnny Cash…musician…country musician, hillbilly, outlaw. My taste for country music back then was sour…that is, if I had a taste for it at all.

Once, while driving the highway that connects America’s east coast to west, Cash joined me for the ride. As I fumbled to find a clear station on the radio, I heard the voice. It was proud, confident and it was speaking; to me. For the first time I listened. I listened to Johnny’s message and within it…I heard the voices of the people he sang for.

Known as the man in black, Cash wore the protest.

“I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless hungry side of town”

Cash knew where they came from. He knew of those cast aside as “has beens” and “have nots”…and he was not idle in his protest.

He tells us…

“Just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ta be a Man In Black”

His message got through to me...powerful and authentic. I understood then, as I do now, that Cash, Johnny, was on our side.

Johnny Cash was a singular individual in American history; the timbre of his character echoes throughout. While Johnny personified country music, he will be remembered as a musician that transcended genre. In his body of work he will leave a legacy for all to emulate, inhabit and aspire to.

Johnny Cash’s life was a constant struggle between virtue and vice. In the same voice he used to sing for the people, he sang of God and of murder; to do otherwise…would have compromised his integrity. He carried and angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. It was this that allowed access to him as a flawed but honest man.

Johnny Cash never went through the motions. He believed in his faith, he believed in his music and he believed in his message.

Some people call Johnny Cash a legend; I just call him friend.

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