It’s been a busy and kind of tedious week; I haven’t had a single fond memory pass through my head or heard a song I had forgotten about. In fact, I’ve barely heard any music this week at all except for Johnny Cash. He was about the only thing I felt like listening to. I even had a dream about him a few nights ago. (He was baking stuff in a tiny oven and I suggested he just buy a bigger oven. Seriously.)

My need for Johnny Cash this week was not related to Walk The Line. I thought it was a wonderful movie, and it’s been a long time since someone deserved an Oscar as much as Reese Witherspoon did, but it’s not responsible for my love of Johnny Cash’s music. Nor am I one of those people who can pompously claim that they’ve been listening to him since they were eight years old. No, I listened to New Kids On The Block when I was eight, like most little girls. I got into Johnny Cash a few years ago and, no matter how much of his (or anyone else’s) music I hear, At Folsom Prison is still one of my favorite albums of all time. It’s hardly an original choice, but there are very few albums that are so exciting and alive. You can feel every second of it deep in your stomach; it’ll never, ever get boring.

The track I’ve been listening to all week is “Cocaine Blues”, possibly the most thrilling three minutes on any album. The three seconds at the end of every verse, when the band stops, feel like the whole world stops. And when they come back in, you suddenly feel your blood pumping and it’s a huge adrenaline rush. Each verse is more exciting than the last, and when Johnny Cash’s voice starts giving out, it just gets better. I hope you like it as much as I do.

   Johnny Cash - Cocaine Blues (At Folsom Prison)

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