It's interesting. Here we are, two months into autumn. It's a balmy
78 degrees outside, and has been for a week. We're on the eve of the
first true cold front of the year; tomorrow night it'll be 50 degrees
colder than it is right now.
And only a couple of days ago, for no apparent reason, all of the
trees in the neighborhood finally started to turn yellow and drop
their leaves. I was wondering when fall would come; apparently fall
comes when it is time for it to come, and not before.
I'm gestating over here with a more weighty post; a lot of things are
coalescing into focus since the election, and I'll get it out as soon
as it all snaps into place. Our long national season of brainwashing
seems to be subsiding now, and it is time to talk about it, now that there
are those who have ears and eyes again.
In the meantime, behold one of the most powerful music videos that
I've ever seen. God bless Johnny Cash; may he rest in peace. And God
bless Rick Rubin, the producer who saw the whole man and captured the
essence; the Saturday nights and the Sunday mornings and the pure
Genius of Johnny Cash in the final years of his career. Instead
of wasting away and disappearing, these two men welded their talents
together and left us with an explosion of pure, true American
expression in their final releases together.
It could happen no where else, and that is why I love this country.
