Sunday morning

you tube link...

Great song for Father's Day without Dad
Following Mother's Day without Mom.

May the Circle be Unbroken...

Johnny Cash Show - Tennessee Flat Top Box

Happy New Year Everyone,
Link to
The Man in Black

Johnny Cash - Someday Soon

Rosanne Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box

Friday Night Musik this week
features Rosanne Cash....beautiful tribute to her father

Johnny Cash-The Last Great American / Documentary on BBC 2004

Johnny Cash

google surfing, came up with this tear jerking heartfelt documentary

about Johnny Cash...wow...so well done I felt like I could post this Saturday am EST.
That way you might listen all weeked...

There, plans fall into place.

Blogger Serendipity.

You might spool it up and find the meaning of life in 

John's passionate journey,

full throttle,

never looking back, well, never dwelling there.

Hearing Rosanne Cash sing River & a Thread really hits home.

I grew up near the convergance of the Mississippi, the Missouri and the Illinois Rivers,

none of them sissy rivers.

They were the interstate highways of yesteryear.

They still affect...well...everything in the Midwest.

The water tells you whether your crops will grow, wither or drown,

whether your house is 6 feet under,

or where you work, what you do. My Uncle Jay worked on the locks and I got to see them.

When I was invited to a friend's camp on the Illinois river I jumped off the dock. Everyone yelled at me to get out. I was a terrible swimmer but got by. What is it?

"Never jump in without tying a rope to your waist so we can pull you out if the undertow takes you..."

Oh man, I never went back in that docile looking beast.

My uncle Cliff Schaeffer was a very cool guy, a barber who lived in Hartford, Illinois.

He married my Great Aunt Ruth who was my grandfather Carls' baby sister.

She has the kindest aura and I felt so safe in her arms.She was a teacher.

Cliff worked hard to memorialize the area he lived in-

which became home to 

refineries, lots of them.

The sunsets over the refineries often stunning and surreal. Dad worked at Shell for

awhile but it near killed him. God knows what chemistry 

he inhaled there on top of cigarettes of the day.

Cliff helped pave the way for the Lewis & Clark memorial at the beginning of the journey.

They have a nice mueseum there now, in Hartford.

The river talk got me thinking about the rivers in my life.

Threads another subject for another day....

Johnny's music certainly a thread through this post,

his daughter led me to find this documentary,

which pulled me back home.

Always a thread tied to my heart,

pulling,

pulling,

When I went to college,

 Kadi's well worn Johnny cash record,

we played over and over again...

"I hear that train a comin',

it's rollin' 'round the bend,

and I ain't seen the sunshine

Since, I don't know when...." 

by Johnny Cash,

Folsom Prison Blues

Man in Black...link

After playing Rosanne Cash for 2 days, 

I had to find a good video of her Dad. Love this one.

When I toured Nashville on the tour bus, it stopped at the Ryman,

The original Grand Ole Opry, of course.

It was a million degrees and swampy.

But I wore my Johnny Cash jacket.

That and five bucks got me a memory.

One of those very special ones.

Standing in the Mother Church of music.

Where Johnny once stood.