Oh, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day

I just got done reading Steve Turner’s A Man Called Cash. Until something more comprehensive comes along, it’s going to be the definitive biography of Johnny Cash. The book was originally supposed to be written with the full cooperation of the Man In Black, but he died a month before work on it began.

The thing about A Man Called Cash is that, while it focuses heavily on Cash’s faith, it’s far from being a turn-off. As a matter of fact, faith and belief in the Big Man Upstairs was a driving force behind Johnny Cash’s music. Turner makes a good point about the man and his music deriving nearly all of their focus from God.

It’s far from preachy, however. It’s not like Turner makes Cash out to be a saint among men. All of Johnny’s troubles with pills and liquor are presented, and no bones are made about the troubles he had with his first marriage. Faith is just presented as the saving grace behind Cash making it for as long as he did. Well, faith and June Carter.

Take it as a companion piece to Cash’s last autobiography, Cash, and you have a pretty good picture of the man. Add into that the also recently released Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison by Michael Streissguth, and you’ve got yourself the start of a good Johnny Cash library.

For a crapload of Johnny Cash song clips, go to this page at Johnny Cash.com