My Sanity, is in...
When Johnnie Cash went to play at Folsom Prison, he was told not to sing any songs about killing or drugging or any thing to remind these men that they were in jail. His response was something like Yeah, cause they don't know! And for a couple of hours these men felt good. Not because someone helped them to forget but because someone empathized with them. They swore this man understood them and no one else did. He was the first country artist to really explore the potential of the concept album; he was the first country artist to truly embrace the lyrical freedoms and the political agenda of then-contemporary folk singers of the time and didn't really much give a damned on how he was perceived or what his life looked like to you or me.
When I think of songs that I have fallen in love with, their real songs like "Goddamn Lonely Love", by Jason Isbell when he played with the Drive by Truckers, from their album "the Dirty South." (And Lord, if that song aint near perfect) It would not be the same if they were Yeah, bitch, I like the way you or Dance, Dance, Dance, Life is a Disco I just don't get into that stuff. I have been known to have conversations with the unconversable, hold children with lice at homeless shelters, sit and eat with people that some people don't want to sit and eat with. I'm not afraid to get too drunk, love too deeply, or experience the edge. If you run from shit, it will inevitably bight you in the ass hard. Very, very hard.
Johnny would of never got June if he was a wishy washy wimpy m-n-f-er.
Peace!
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