An article that talks about Johnny Cash's problems with the establishment. Apparently he got a lot more shit for an album he did about the injustice done to the American Indians.
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
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My apologies for the sudden Johnny Cash influx. I take these sudden fits of enthusiasm.
From a speech at a concert in '69, talking about people asking him questions about The War.
I'll tell you exactly how I feel about it. This past January we took our entire show, along with my wife June, we went to Long Bien Air Force Base near Saigon. And--
(loud cheering from the crowd)
And a reporter friend of mine asked, said, "That makes you a hawk, doesn't it?" And I said, "No, that don't make me a hawk. No. No, that don't make me a hawk."
(more cheering, not as loud)
But I said, "If you watch the helicopters bring in the wounded boys, then you go into the wards and sing for 'em and try to do your best to cheer them up so that they can get back home, it might make you a dove with claws."
I can deal with that.
"If you watch the helicopters bring in the wounded boys, then you go into the wards and sing for 'em and try to do your best to cheer them up so that they can get back home, it might make you a dove with claws."
Awww... cool!
I've loved Johny Cash since I was about five... I had an uncle who would play Cash on the 8-track in his Galaxie 500....
When my DH and I were driving x-country last month, we went to breakfast at a diner to wait for some snow to be cleared. It had a jukebox, and my DH put on Folsom Prision Blues. At the moment it started, a couple of police officers walked into the diner and they started singing along with the music. And then the waitresses and cooks. It was surreal.
GC, I looked at your LJ, and may have given you something you don't wish to read with cold-brain.
Sean, man, remember to thank the Buffistas when you get your Oscar!
Sorry you hate your job, MM. I hate mine. Would you like to switch?
Hec, more power to you.
Too bad there are no more anti-war people in country music
Have you never heard Steve Earle? 'Cuz...
Hec, more power to you.
Is the power coming from you, Zen? Because that would be super glam sexy power, and I can always use that.
Flattery will get you all the super glam sexy power you want, Hec!
Glam on!
Sean, man, remember to thank the Buffistas when you get your Oscar!
Oh, Buffistas, both collectively and couple of specific individuals, have been written in to the "Just In Case" speech for a while now.
Glam on!
We totally need a superhero with this battle cry. And then lightning zaps out of the sky and gives him perfect eyeliner.
Oh, Buffistas, both collectively and couple of specific individuals, have been written in to the "Just In Case" speech for a while now.
I'm trying to think which other Buffistas have worked on their Oscar acceptance speech. I'm sure Aimee's got about a dozen filed away. Jilli. Juliana. MM.
Glam on!
We totally need a superhero with this battle cry. And then lightning zaps out of the sky and gives him perfect eyeliner.
Thanks to a Bollywood superhero film, whose trailer I keep seeing advertized in ads for Time Warner Cable International On Demand, I think that superhero already exists