I would watch as my parents danced to the twang of his guitar, the deep resonance of his voice echoing through the room. I would see the albums scattered around their covers, worn and scratched with Johnny Cash's mean looking scowl staring back at me. At that young age, it was just music to me, music that seemed odd and sad. Little did I know then the connection that my father shared with Johnny Cash
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
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I think I said this on a previous swell of yours, but your images are so crystal clear. And I love this perspective of the father through the, through the eyes of a child. You really, really capture that so well. And also just the mystique of Johnny Cash. Yeah. I love that. That's so real. It felt really real. So. Yeah. Thank you. Thank you for sharing. I'm going to go listen to part two