...and really stuck on myself. You probably wouldn't even allow me on the forum. But, I gotta admit, even I would have made myself sick now if I could somehow peer through a time warp and examine the young John Garrett. Come to think of it, it DID happened once, when I found a sack full of old letters I wrote to my first wife when I was goin' through boot camp and (later) overseas in the Navy. I gotta tell you, some of my thoughts and actions back then made me ashamed when I read them. I'm glad they never went public.
I think one has to look at the person and their life--overall, if one wants a true picture of a person. Johnny Cash was certainly no saint, especially in his up-and-comin' years. I think I touched on that. But I believe if you honestly look at his life before and then after he got straight, you'd see a miraculous difference in him.
I look at lots of performers and despise their lifestyle and their politics, but I can't get over their music, James Taylor, John Denver, the Fab 4 and Neil Young all come to mind. To enjoy the music I have to separate the people from it. Their music has always spoke to me even though some of their habits and their politics have always sucked (just my opinion). I can't dismiss their music if I don't care for them personally. If I do, I cheat myself.
I remember Elvis' later years. He was fat, he was blerry-eyed from a drug-induced fog, forgetting his lyrics, unable to hit the high notes of his early years and just laughing about it. But if you really want to know what he did, you can't just dwell on the late performances. You gotta look at all of the picture.
Johnny Cash was a h3ll-raiser 24 karat when he was young. But he had a "u" turn in his life--just like me. That's it! Maybe that's why I like him and his music so much. He was man enough to realize he was wrong and did something about it that influenced his whole life and the people around him. It definitely gave him 25 more years of performing.
Well, I reckon I'll get off my soap box. I miss the ole boy that got drunk on imported illegal booze at Armory, MS, that night in '55. (He was how old? Naw, none of us ever did anything like that [uh hum]) I miss the man that pulled himself up by his bootstraps and turned his life around with the help of an all-knowing and forgiving God. No one can deny him that. I miss the man whose box is now loaded on the 309.
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