With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
- Sunday Morning Coming Down
You know what this here is, right?
This is the Black. This is the Black he wore it for the poor and beaten down. The one's living in the hopeless hungry side of town.
Tomorrow, Feb. 26, 2010, would have been Johnny Cash's 78th birthday. To celebrate, the sixth and last American Recordings album is going to be released. This, is what it looks like.
How 'bout that? A man who's been dead, but definitely not gone, for nigh on seven years is releasing a record tomorrow called "Ain't No Grave." (A collection titled "Unearthed" was also released two months after his death. Classic.) Can you think of anyone else who could do that? Warren Zevon, who died five days before Cash in 2003, maybe, and I actually think the Stones and The Who have been doing it for years. Let's see any of the pre-fab'd artists foisted on us by Simon and his ilk try that stunt. Well, they might try it, but they'll never get away with it.
If you've never listened to any of Cash's American Recordings, well, I don't know if I want to know you (but there's still time, trust me, they're all pretty amazing). If you have, well, you know what I'm talking about. I'm long past running out to buy an album at a midnight release, but there might be a trip to a store this weekend (yeah, I'm not going to download this one).
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
* We'll Meet Again was the last song on American IV: The Man Comes Around, the last album released while Cash was alive.