Listening to Johnny Cash makes me want to...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A friend of mine called me to comment on how the radio was constantly playing Johnny Cash tunes in a sort of tribute to his talent or americanness or whatever. The constant repetition of JC’s work was beginning to have a visceral effecton him and he felt compelled to take some action but couldn’t settle on any one particular, so he said to himself "Listning to Johnny Cash makes me want to…(fill in the blank). He came up with …wear a black hat and spit.

I came up with “sit in a truckstop late at night and drink bad coffee.”

Does litening to Johnny Cash have an effect on you?

Litening to Johhny Cash makes me want to…

2

…help a little old lady across the street.

and then spit when she can’t see you. You’d not spit in front of a lady.

3

Cry.

Then again, I’ve only heard his cover of “Hurt.”

4

Smoke cigars and play poker.

5

Turn the radio station. Aside from “Ring of Fire”, I’ve never been a fan.

6

Get shithouse drunk beside a river in the middle of nowhere, which is precisely what I’m going to do tonight.

7

I’ll ditto that one. When I heard his cover of Hurt, I cried.

8

Drink whiskey and smack the next person who says they’re not a fan…

9

“…sit in a truckstop late at night hopped up on crank.”

10

crank having a slightly less deleterious effect on the body and soul than the kind of coffee usually served in truck stops

11

Yell “Cash is god, man!” and slug the poor bastard who disagrees.

12

Of course, we all know now that they were playing his tunes as a tribute to his life.

Johnny Cash and John Ritter.

13

…neither of which Johnny Cash was known for doing…
Makes me want to play pool. I’m unstoppable at a pool table when Johnny Cash is playing.

14

…call my brother and make plans to go fishing. His life has been a parallel of Johnny’s (without the money): hard drinking, hard living, finding a good woman to cure him of his evil ways, crippled by diabetes and staring mortality in the face this grim day as his contemporary dies from what will probably kill him also.

15

… sit in a dorm room with the college buddies (guys only), drink cheap beer, and tell stupid stories.

– OR –

… sit on the tailgate of a pickup truck, in the dead of night, and fish in the adjacent farm pond.

– OR –

… shoot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.

16

Yes, cry.
Hurt is ones of the saddest things I’ve ever heard.

17

Sit by myself, smoking a cigarette and feeling blue. But maybe that’s just right now.

18

That about covers it for me.

sigh

19

Buy a bottle and practice 3-chord country picking. JR Cash is a fucking God, and I’ve never been so saddened by a guy’s passing. But he had to go catch up with June, so I’m not unhappy.

20

Lie on the hood of my Firebird in the middle of the high school football field, and watch the stars. I would, of course, be wearing black and drinking whisky.