It was bound to happen some time, UlsterSV is dead right about something
Yeah. Johnny Cash ruled.
I first head him in my old mans garage, he was making a chest of drawers or something. I was helping, in the way only a 8 year old can. Gathering up the long twisty wood shavings. My old man had this ancient reel to reel player, that you would load a spool of tape onto. It said TEAC on it, all in capitals. And had massive silver buttons.
He had the At Folsom Prison album, and it starts with all cheering, and then you hear, "Hello, I'm Johhny Cash." And that was it, that was enough for me. I was a fan. I also thought that my dad had somehow recorded it himself, because I had never heard a live album. And I was wondering how he was in an American prison. I decided his friend must have been there.
We had to present our favorite band in school when we were 14, play a song and explain why we liked them. Evreyone was doing Stone Roses, or The Cure, Siouxie and the Banshees. I pulled out my cassette, stuck on Cocaine Blues.
....And had the unmerciful ****e slagged out of me for about the next 6 years. I regreted that choice big time, till I was old enough to realise I
was cool after all.
