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Someone once said if God had an audible voice, it would be Cash’s. If you said that to him, he’d of shrugged and probably said, “who me?”. Johnny was a different kind of cat. He sang with the damned, not to them. He modestly humbled himself, admitting to being no better than any man, and, in essence, became the archetype for a rebel generation of young men fed up with hypocrasy, the government and the treatment of the downtrodden. He also helped fuel the idea that Christians weren’t bound to a bunch of rules.
Folsom Prison is Cash’s greatest moment, his deep wail as haunting and full of grit as usual. He sings to the prisoners like they’re his closest friends, pitying them when others judge. It’s a live album from hell, literally. The setlist is a powerful combination of the sacred and the profane. He kills his wife in “Cocaine Blues” and comes to Jesus in “Graystone Chapel”. He laments his own execution in 25 Minutes To Go”.
If you want a glimpse into the heart of darkness, salted with a little light….this is your ticket.