The last time I cried, properly, was five years ago.
I was reading Cash’s autobiography and he’d just crawled into a cave.
Cash was a man who seemingly enjoyed pushing himself to the brink of personal destruction; whilst passionately fighting for the weak and downtrodden.
He was a remarkable man, but a mixed up, intense, one. Loving and loathing the world.
How, exactly, can a tribute act capture the essence of a man like Cash!?
The answer is probably much easier than it sounds- you just play the songs. Loudly. With passion.
The songs tell it all; the struggles, the rebelliousness, the fear.
The Cash tribute does all it needs to do- it plays his songs.
Wait long enough and the man will come around.