Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
John R. "Johnny" Cashwas an American singer-songwriter, guitarist, actor, and author, who was widely considered one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century and one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold more than 90 million records worldwide. Although primarily remembered as a country music icon, his genre-spanning songs and sound embraced rock and roll, rockabilly, blues, folk, and gospel. This crossover appeal won Cash the rare honor of multiple inductions in the Country Music,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth26 February 1932
CountryUnited States of America
That was the big thing when I was growing up, singing on the radio. The extent of my dream was to sing on the radio station in Memphis. Even when I got out of the Air Force in 1954, I came right back to Memphis and started knocking on doors at the radio station.
I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life.
We're all in this together if we're in it at all.
I start a lot more songs than I finish, because I realize when I get into them, they're no good. I don't throw them away, I just put them away, store them, get them out of sight.
I found out that there weren't too many limitations, if I did it my way.
It's like a novelist writing far out things. If it makes a point and makes sense, then people like to read that. But if it's off in left field and goes over the edge, you lose it. The same with musical talent, I think.
Until things are brighter.. I'm the man in black.
Loneliness is emptiness, but happiness is you.
All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate…I choose love.
The ones that you're calling wild are going to be the leaders in a little while.
I wear my crown of thorns on my liars chair, full of broken thoughts I cannot repair, beneath the stain of time the feelings disappears. What have I become, my sweetest of friends?
The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don't go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.
Life and love go on, let the music play.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer any more. Not the whiskey drinking Indian, nor the Marine that went to war.