"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time..." -- Kerouac

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Sir Eric on Johnny Cash and blogging:
(You might not agree about some of his final points but they would make for one hell of a discussion. Frankly, I see Brett as kind of the Roy Orbison of blogging.)

So what about the other two and half hours that I threw away this weekend? Maybe more applicable to last week's discussion than this, early on in that Johnny Cash biopic, Cash's older brother Jack (looking forward to a future in the pulpit) says: "how can you help people if you can't tell them the right story?". Woohoo! That was about as much as my geeky little heart could take (keep in mind that this book about rabbits is one of my favorites), and so I hunkered down for a welcome lesson in the power of "myth".To what avail? Other than trotting out that old indominatible-human-spirit trope, Walk the Line made me feel like being part of the human race isn't such a bad thing sometimes, but more because of everyone in the movie who wasn't Johnny Cash. At any rate, the film was beautiful to look at, it sounded great, Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon were phenomenal... time and money well spent (all neglected-responsibilities considered). If blogs are art, I want to start seeing stuff with this impact in the blogosphere. But Cash is the anti-blogger in a lot of ways (most of which I don't think I quite understand). It has to do with subtlety on the one hand, and sincerity on the other. These things just don't translate so well into the blogosphere. Welcome to our whiz-bang post-ironic times.


At 2:34 PM, Blogger Papa Bill said...

Saw "Walk the Line". If you're concerned about truth and sincerity, how can Johnny Cash be the poster child when he'd never been anywhere near a prison when he wrote "Folsom". Cash is all about style, not sincerity. Image, not truth. If you want the real thing in country, try Hank, or better yet, Patsy. I'd trust
in the "truth" of most of the bloggers we've read before that in the music of Johnny Cash.

At 3:09 PM, Anonymous Joe said...

From a slightly different angle, I'd say Cash was an animal more himself, more in the natural state, on stage than in 'real life'. One first cut at the impossible - classifying bloggers -is to say each blogger is either that kind of animal, or not.

At 3:21 AM, Blogger Brett said...

Colin, you're gonna make me start crying, crying, crying... hat Orbison thing was a low blow

At 7:02 AM, Blogger ericdbernasek said...

Good point Bill, but that's what good artists do: they honestly portray emotions and experiences they may not have personally experienced. Cash's incarcerated fans seemed to think it was the genuine article. It "resonated" with them.

Aces on Patsy Cline, as well. However, genre does not similarity make. She and Johnny Cash are in completely different emotive spheres.

At 9:46 AM, Anonymous Joe said...

So right about artists as imagineers. In the hands of a capable artist, Greg Brown imagination can be spun into great folksongs; sadly, most (& astonishly, the most popular) 'folksinger' today are only capable of making didactic silly-putty.

For a great book about the lives of genuine American country folk song makers, order one of these (good & cheap, these days) In the Country of Country . In them, Dawidoff discovers that core of art that consists of absorbing and distilling and expressing the lives of the people the artist encounters, knows, loves.

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