Oh bury me not

Johnny Cash sings of Love, God, Murder and how all three make him a legend

Standing on the stage of New York's Hammerstein Ballroom, the old man looked broken, beaten down, a scream reduced to a whisper. It had been almost two years since he had last performed in public, after announcing in October 1997 that he was suffering from Shy-Drager Syndrome, a form of Parkinson's Disease. He had been in and out of hospitals during much of that time, his diseased body failing him a little more with each passing month. As he weakly smiled his thanks to the standing and applauding crowd, the man some still called Big John seemed frail for the first time, small enough to fit in your back pocket.

"Hello," the man said in his familiar baritone. "I'm Johnny Cash."

Clad from head to toe in his signature black, Cash's unruly white hair looked as if it were fleeing from his rugged, lined face, like cotton spilling out of a wrinkled paper bag. He was usually sharp and focused with a guitar in his hands and a microphone in front of his face. But as he eased into his first song, "Folsom Prison Blues," he looked confused and tentative, as if he'd just been roused from a yearlong nap by a baseball bat cracked against his skull. Describing his appearance as "a shell of his former self" would be giving him too much credit. The end loomed near, his musical obit nearly complete. It was sad, like watching the once-fluid Muhammad Ali stumble to put a few words together.

"Hello, I'm Johnny Cash": The Man in Black, looking lost in the '60s.
"Hello, I'm Johnny Cash": The Man in Black, looking lost in the '60s.
No longer the "Tennessee Stud": Johnny Cash, older and wiser, recording Unchained.
David Gahr
No longer the "Tennessee Stud": Johnny Cash, older and wiser, recording Unchained.

Then, a small wonder occurred. Capping off the TNT network's An All-Star Tribute to Johnny Cash last April--following appearances by Willie Nelson, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, U2, and others--Cash's surprise performance was a bittersweet homecoming at first, going back to the house you grew up in only to find its paint chipped and faded, its walls rotting. But as he led his former backing group through "Folsom Prison Blues," and continued into "Ring of Fire" and "I Walk the Line," Cash's voice steadied, his signature gaze returned--the look his wife, June Carter Cash, once described as "black eyes that shone like agates." All of a sudden, he was alive again.

"My first time on stage in 19 months," he said after finishing his short set. "It feels good, it feels good, it feels good."

Thirteen months later, the good feeling remains: Cash is working on his first album in four years (his long-awaited yet unexpected follow-up to 1996's Unchained), and even plans on playing a handful of shows when the disc is released later this year. The gig at the Hammerstein Ballroom appears to have rejuvenated him; his doctors are taking a "more positive approach to his illness than they used to," according to his manager Lou Robbin. Though it seemed as if Cash's recording and performing careers were over two years ago, his third album with producer Rick Rubin (following Unchained and 1994's don't-call-it-a-comeback American Recordings) should be wrapped up in the next few months. Cash's life can't be separated from his music, and he wouldn't want it to be. As long as he's alive, he's making music.

"I wake up with a new song every day," Cash told New Times LA in an interview in 1997. "The song comes from me somewhere. I woke up yesterday singin', 'A penny a kiss/A penny a hug/Gonna save my pennies in a big brown jug'--a song from 1949. Just this mornin' it was 'Lucky Old Sun.' I mean, these songs keep comin' through me, recyclin' through my brain. There's no gettin' away from the music if I wanted to. It's there. It's part of me. I go to sleep with a song on my mind every night, and it might be a song I don't especially like. I never thought about bein' without it. I couldn't imagine not havin' music. I can't imagine bein' alive and not havin' a song in my head."

Which makes now a perfect time to re-examine Cash's past--he has a future again. Columbia Legacy, the reissue arm of Columbia Records, began the process last year with the release of an expanded, uncensored, and remastered version of his classic live album, 1968's At Folsom Prison. Cash's 1969 back-in-the-joint disc Live at San Quentin will get the same treatment later this year. But the biggest part of Columbia Legacy's repackaging plan is Love, God, Murder, a three-disc boxed set which will be released on May 23.

Also available as three separate albums, the set is arranged thematically (love songs, hymns, and murder ballads), with a track listing hand-picked by Cash himself, and essays by June Carter Cash (Love), U2's Bono (God), and director Quentin Tarantino (Murder). Bono, who met Cash when they collaborated on "The Wanderer" (a track off U2's 1993 album Zooropa), hasn't known him long but understands his appeal as good as anyone.

"Johnny Cash doesn't sing to the damned, he sings with the damned, and sometimes you feel he might prefer their company," Bono writes. "So the sugar is turned to salt and the triumphalism is quieted by the brokenness of a voice that knows the compromise of real life. Big John sings like the thief who was crucified beside Christ, whose humble entreaties had Jesus promising that night he would see paradise.

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