Johnny Cash

When the skin once so taut loses shape

By Bill Pearse on March 10, 2015 • ( 11 )

I got to the intersection and wasn’t sure which way to go. When there’s nowhere to go and you can go anywhere, it’s like spinning a Roulette wheel, deciding which way to go. I took the same, windy road that day I… Read More ›

My empire of dirt: Cash, R.I.P.

By Bill Pearse on February 26, 2015 • ( 20 )

The day Johnny Cash died was a Friday and I woke the same as any day at 6 AM to the local radio station, and lay there in bed for one, two, then three songs before I realized something was… Read More ›