Evil Little Johnny

Evil Evil Little Johnny

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She joins him at the microphone now; against his towering black, an innocence of Southern lace. It is marriage to her which, Cash says and intimates with every movement in their duet, has been the proper adjusting of his soul.

June is quick to point out, however, that he was never a monster; that she did not, by a womanly miracle, reclaim him; he simply, at a certain point, pulled himself together. But the white races love nothing better in their heroes than penitence.

Even as he sings Gospel, they love to think of him, as well, when he was bad. Yet his life has really been no more lurid than any self-made American millionaire's. As a boy he picked cotton until too tired to speak, let alone sing Cottonfields. He spent, as in the song, horrible nights in Detroit city where he worked as a punch-press operator in an automobile plant.

He has been in jail, but not for the long sentence to which his prison shows have been attributed; it was more like one night. The scar on his face was made by a cyst. Some years ago one of his many imitators offered money to be hit with a signet ring in hopes of reproducing the disfigurement.

And also he was once a door-to-door salesman; a difficult notion for those of us who think of him moving only with the four winds.

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I'd say, 'You don't want any of this, do you? His face will also relax while imparting or receiving knowledge. He has discovered that he lives on land once occupied by an Indian tribe called the Stone Box, who happened to hit on the secret of internal plumbing. He seems — almost biologically — incapable of guile; but it is the way of the world for the plainest liberal statement to be received with contempt by all liberals. Together with the odium conferred on anyone with a successful television show, Cash has been attacked for most of his interests — his concern for prisoners, for Indians, and now his singing of religious music, despite the fact that no one ever thought to question the sincerity of Jazz Gospellers.

His passion is gardening. To indulge it when at home he has to get up at six if he wants to escape the eyes of tourist boats scouting the lake. I got an orchard with Jonathan and Bartlett pears, Winesip apples, and I'll have Chinese chestnuts and paper-shell pecans. Cash promised him, when he took over the property, that something good would at least come out of the ground.

One can somehow see him promising that to Orbison, who always looked desperate and pale even when happy. I got some woods over there, maybe 80 acres of woods.

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In the middle there's just a two-room shack. I'll go over there and sit around — read a lot. I read novels but I also read the Bible. And study it, you know? And the more I learn, the more excited I get. Some of those stories are as wild as any HG Wells could drum up. He really cuts me up! I worship him, but he tickles me to death. Even in his troubled years, the time of records such as 'Big River', when Cash was by his own admission alternately flying and falling on pep pills, he went through the works of Joyce and Dylan Thomas.

I been reading the writings of Josephus, the histories of the Jewish peoples. Other night I was reading the works of Ecclesiasticus.

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I'm really looking forward to going to England so's I can get back to Foyle's. When those busloads crept speechlessly into his presence from Nashville, an English tour had just been announced and sold out in 24 hours.

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So it is everywhere. The following day the Cash company flew to Toronto to appear at the Canadian National Exhibition; their route lying roughly parallel with the hurricane then brushing with angry skirts at the edges of the Americas. As the long official Cadillacs moved towards the visor of the grandstand, the skies were already dark as a madman's painting, pricked by the turning lights of the Ferris wheels. June Carter is beautiful in a wide-lipped way with hair like a girl's and a voice full of honey and nuts.

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