And now a break in the action. We turn to Miss Patsy Cline and her nostalgic crooning from a time that Trump would like to return to, a time when America was supposedly great. Now, let’s not take a thing away from Patsy. Her song is brilliant, unlike the aforementioned presidential candidate. Politics aside, I usually do my walking’ after midnight. Me and her share a feeling.
The man in black. Persona or reality?
“I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is that because he’s a victim of the times.”
When Johnny says those words, I believe him. I trust him. If I were to describe Johnny Cash in a word it would be “authentic.” And that goes for his writing, his voice, his guitar playing. Is any part of his sound polished or classically trained? No. But it’s real and I appreciate that. I think a lot of people appreciate that about Mr. Cash. There is a whole lot of room in the biz for music made by people with their whole heart. With everything. I can almost see the tear drops on his guitar and the sweat drippin’ from his brow in some country studio. I never witnessed those things, but I can feel it in the straining of his voice. Give this song a listen and also listen to “Country Trash.”
This might be risky. I think there are certain people who would see that I posted Miley Cyrus on my blog and then never visit here again. For all their days. But I hope that true music fans will hear this and respect her voice and a great rendition of the classic song. I ain’t never scared to post Miley if it’s this good. Never ever. Get on my level. What? Get on my level.