Friday Musical Tribute; Or, Tears on My Sandwich

During my lunch break this afternoon, I put Johnny Cash's American V on the deck. I always enjoy it. And I'm always moved by his cover of Gordon Lightfoot's "If You Could Read My Mind."

The sparse arrangement--lightly picked acoustic guitars; single bass notes struck on the piano; the moan of the organ; the cry of strings. Cash's voice--so much texture; fragile; hurt.

I feel his pain at every moment.

And this is where my emotions get the best of me:

When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you wont read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take