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The Man In Black Makes Me Cry

I never thought in a million years I would ever say (out loud or to myself) that I really like Johnny Cash. Everytime I hear a song of his, I want to cry. In a good way of course. This is one of those things I wish I had learned to appreciate when it was around me. I'm planning on getting some of his albums. Maybe some of the collections but I've heard so many of his "non charting" songs and man, I really, really like them. I will admit right here and now that this thing with Johnny started with Joaquin. When I saw that he would be playing him and add Reese to the cast? How could I not see the movie? I was so moved by the Cash's story. Truly. I cry everytime I see the movie. I cry when I hear Ring of Fire (unless I'm with tipsy/drunk people who think it's an ad for Prep H). His voice is so soothing and almost healing**. His influence on people in completely different genres of music is astounding. His connection to the common man is something that you just don't see these days. I saw this tonight and wanted to share it with you. Johnny Cash's new video:

** HA! Soothing and healing! Prep H! Get it?! Ha! Dang that's a lof of !!!! there. Sheesh!


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