Friday Mornin' Comin' Down.
Lusus Naturae writes in alt.tasteless:
Johnny Cash will be much lamented. Personally, I plan on getting profoundly drunk and singing at the top of my lungs until the neighbors complain.
Of course, that's not too much different from what I do on any given day, but now at least I'll have a good reason.
There are all kinds of tributes today all over the web and on TV, and there will most assuredly be more in tomorrow's papers and next week's magazines. I thought I'd link to the tributes that matter most: the praises
of the other genuine articles of country music — Emmylou Harris, George Jones, Dolly Parton, et. al. — who had the rare honor of working with Cash as an unsurpassed musician, and knowing him as a gracious friend.
Here's also a page of quotes spoken in tribute to Cash on his 70th birthday last year...when we could all still pretend, in the little corner of our minds where hope springs eternal, that the Man in Black would be around forever, just like he had always seemed to be (at least to those of us 40 and under).
But the most important tributes, of course, are those of all the people, all around the world,
from all walks of life, from every generation, even the products of the punk age, who have always been struck spellbound the second they heard that deep, gravelly voice on the radio say, "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash."