What Johnny Cash Taught Me...
I can remember the first time I listened to a Johnny Cash song.It was at my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. I don't know how I couldn't have been exposed to Mr. Cash before this, being maybe 8 years old already, but then again, my own parents kind of held both hands on the leash they let me "run" on.
Ring of Fire.
That was the song I first heard, and I couldn't help but dance like a fool to it.
Everyone looked at me like I was just another crazy kid, making a show for attention. But I didn't see anyone else. I didn't hear anything else. I didn't know anything else at that particular moment.
I was in a Cash Coma. And I loved it.
Ever since that day, music has been a part of my daily routine. I'm not sure if it was just Cash who showed me the light, but I know he had a good chunk of that pie. Obviously being a human being I had heard music before this. But I didn't really appreciate a good tune until I heard him sing.
I can't go a single day without singing. If I did, I would probably be the meanest person anyone has ever met. I sing in the car, in my bedroom, shower, kitchen, basement, work, school, and everywhere else.
I may or may not be any good, I get people who tell me both. My mom usually says I suck, but what does she know... She likes Nickelback.
I don't really give a fuck if I'm a good singer or not. My opinion is the only one that really counts.
Right now I am getting over a cold, which sucks. But I sing anyways, raspy 900 number voice and all. HAHAHA.
So, what Johnny Cash taught me...
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