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February 26, 1932 - September 12, 2003
Johnny Cash, the Man in Black, singer of songs, country artist,
gospel singer, long legged guitar pickin' man, old chunk of coal, is
dead. He was one of my real-life heroes. Someone who just always was
there. I started buying his records somewhere in he sixties and
I am listening to them still. I've seen most of his concerts he gave
here in Holland, some in Germany, in England. He didn't change much
over the years. His last recordings sound much like the first ones. He left behind a mountain of music and if you
liked the first song you probably liked the last one and all that is
in between. He was someone you could count on. A 'Pole Star' wrote Dylan on
his site when Johnny had past away, and that expression really says
it all.
One of his last projects was a 5 cd set called Cash Unearthed,
released after his death at the end of 2003. The first picture I saw
when I opened the box was this one: Cash is taking himself and
his guitar on the road to another world. A strong equivalent of
'Elvis has left the building'.
He always stood for the poor and the ones in
need. He sang about murderers, prisoners, Indian massacre's, the horrors of
war, cowboys, drunkards, junkies, coal miners, trains, railroad men,
angels and God. He was a very religious man. And if he
was right in his strong believe that there is another world at the end of that road,
then I'm sure that all these angels he so often sang about are now
all standing in line at the box office, trying to get a ticket for a front
row seat to hear old Johnny sing. |
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