Showing posts with label Johnny Cash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Johnny Cash. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Johnny Cash

By 1968, Johnny Cash had already gained what most musicians can only dream of: fame, fortune and a seeming endless following of fans. But to Cash, his life was empty. According to friends, he claimed to have "tried every drug there was." His first marriage had failed. And he was terribly lonely. In the spring of that year, under the clouded influence of drugs, he went to Nackajack Cave in Marion County, Tennessee in an attempt to kill himself. As he descended deeper into the cave, trying to lose himself and "just die," he passed out on the floor. He said that he was exhausted and feeling at the end of his rope when he felt God's presence in his heart and managed to struggle out of the cave by following a faint light and slight breeze. To Cash, it was his own rebirth.

After that, this outlaw was still the "Man in Black." But he had a new focus, as well as appreciation of God. Now, he wore black "on behalf of the poor and hungry, on behalf of the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, and on behalf of those who have been betrayed by age or drugs."

You can almost close your eyes and hear his deep bass-baritone voice. It's wonderfully unmistakable. And even though he considered himself a "troubled Christian" to the day he died, I'd like to believe that that epiphany Cash had fortysome years ago in a cave in rural Tennessee might have been his biggest break of all. And if God has a voice that we can hear, I'd like to believe it sounds like that of Johnny Cash.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

My Reservoir of Possibilities

I just discovered my "reservoir" of possibilities: an overstuffed folder filled with pictures torn from magazines. I spent about an hour culling down the pile. What's left are about 18 portrait candidates, ranging from David Bowie to Georgia O'Keeffe to Johnny Cash to Walter Cronkite to Daniel Day-Lewis.

As I reviewed my 18 possibilites, I realized that my style has truly evolved. I started years ago by mimicing
Patrick Nagel. His work was incredible and perfectly captured the sexiness and energy of the 80's. He died too young. But now I have gravitated to faces with more character. Wild hair. Wrinkles. Zesty expressions. There's one of Keith Richards that's begging to be produced.

Heck, with that criteria, he may be my masterpiece.