The Man Called CASH: The Life, Love and Faith of an American Legend
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Overview
Johnny Cash is one of the most influential figures in music and American popular culture today. While he was an icon to people of all ages during his life, Cash's legacy continues after his death. His remarkable story is captured in this exclusive authorized biography, addressing the whole life of Johnny Cash-not just his unforgettable music but also his relationship with June Carter Cash and his faith in Christ. His authenticity, love for God and family, and unassuming persona are what Steve Turner captures with passion and focus in this inspiring book.
Different from other books written about him, The Man Called CASH brings Cash's faith and love for God into the foreground and tells the story of a man redeemed, without watering-down or sugar-coating. The Man Called CASH will be a huge success with his millions of fans and will draw in many new fans with this inspiring story of faith and redemption.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780849908156 |
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| Publisher: | Nelson, Thomas, Inc. |
| Publication date: | 10/30/2005 |
| Pages: | 352 |
| Sales rank: | 604,401 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.38(h) x 0.90(d) |
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Chapter One
First To Cross
When Johnny Cash lost his wife June Carter in May 2003 the public took a sudden deep breath. Surely it was Cash who should have died first. It was he who had subjected himself to an extensive catalog of physical abuse. It was doubtful whether he had a bodily organ that hadn't been operated on, an area of skin that hadn't been gashed or a significant bone that hadn't been cracked. It was he who had overdosed on drugs, been pulled out of car wrecks and even undergone triple bypass surgery. Even though he was June's junior by two and one-half years, everyone assumed he'd be the first to go. That's the way he wanted it, if they weren't able to go together.
And when it's all over
I hope we will go together
I don't want you to be alone, you know.
(I Love You Tonight, 1993)
The obvious question on everyone's mind was, "How will he cope now that she's gone?" The couple's mutual devotion was legendary-it had become impossible to imagine one without the other. In the days when he was physically tough the loss of his wife would have been a devastating blow that would probably have sent him straight back on pain-killers, so how would he manage now that he was frail and sick? Would he lose his faith? Would he ever record another song? Would he die of a broken heart?
His most recent single, a cover of Trent Reznor's "Hurt," had sounded like the final breath of music by a man admired for his honesty and self-disclosure. Although written about the pain of heroin addiction, Cash had appropriated the song's gritty imagery, masterfully turning it into a melancholy meditation upon his own mortality. The promotional video, directed by Mark Romanek, endorsed this interpretation through selected flashbacks of Cash's public life and lingering shots of the derelict and flood-damaged House of Cash museum where once-prized trophies now lay discarded and broken.
Reznor may well have had junky squalor in mind when he coined the phrase "my empire of dirt," but Cash's weak and wavering voice imbued new meaning. All empires eventually end in dirt, in dust-even show-business empires. As a Bible-loving Christian, surely Cash recalled the words of Jesus:
Do not store up for yourselves treasure on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart is also. (Matthew 6:19-21)
The video frequently cuts from Cash's ravaged features, as he sings and plays guitar, to clips of the swaggering, powerful, dark-haired man he had once been. Here was Cash at San Quentin; Cash waving from the firebox of a steam train; Cash fooling with June in the back seat of his RV while on tour. The truth of fading beauty, forgotten earthly achievements, and broken human bonds, powerfully and yet wordlessly seeps from the screen. For viewers, Hurt, lived up to its title, producing at least a lump in the throat, possibly even a tear in the eye. The video peaks emotionally with Cash singing:
What have I become, my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end.
As he delivers these lines, the view cuts to June, standing at the foot of a staircase watching him with conflicting emotions of admiration and pity, wonderment and sorrow etched across her face. What indeed had her man become? In actuality, old, grey, feeble, partially sighted, and diabetic. Throughout it all though, she had remained, undoubtedly, his sweetest friend. Her lip quivers, as though she knows that she is watching the man she loves singing his final testament, but it may have been due to her awareness of her own mortality and the prospect that she may precede him. What Mark Romanek didn't know as he filmed this reaction shot was that the day before, October 17, June had been diagnosed with a leaking heart valve.
Death no longer frightened Cash, but loneliness did. As a convinced Christian, he welcomed the imminent separation of soul from body. Cheating death in 1988 initially made him angry. Waking up, he realized, meant a continued life of pain, whereas death meant eternal bliss. The possibility of losing June, though, was an excruciating thought because he found it impossible to contemplate life without her. She was not only his wife but his spiritual companion, his artistic partner and his caregiver. While maintaining her characteristic optimism and boundless energy, she had nursed him through a series of life threatening illnesses. She was, as he would often say, his solid rock.
During the early part of 2003, Cash entered the hospital three separate times with pneumonia-his deterioration most marked upon his release from Nashville's Baptist Hospital on April 1, 2003. Only seventy-one, he looked old. With sunken cheeks and shaking hands, for the first time in his life he had to be pushed in a wheelchair. Once at home, he relied on a walker. Plagued with diabetic abscesses on the bottom of his feet, he needed special over-sized shoes with holes in the soles to prevent rubbing. Wearing them made him look slightly Chaplinesque. June fussed over him as best she could, keeping him as comfortable as possible. Although she prided herself on doing everything, from cleaning to cooking meals, she and Cash now found themselves in the constant company of two professional caregivers, one of them medically trained.
When he returned home in April, it wasn't to the large house on Old Hickory Lake where he and June had lived since marrying in 1968, but to a home nearby, that years ago he'd bought for his parents. Though his mother, Carrie Cash died more than ten years earlier, everyone still referred to the property as Mama Cash's house. Since Cash could no longer climb stairs, the ranch house made perfect sense as a place to recuperate while elevator installation continued at the Big House.
Though smaller, Mama Cash's house was comfortable. It forced the couple together. Back home Johnny tended to hide away in his upstairs study, burying himself in books or music. At Mama Cash's he and June would share the gospel and bluegrass CDs his office sent over at his request or the two would sit and watch television together. Only at bedtime did they separate. Reluctantly, Cash agreed he needed the twin bed that was put in a single bedroom that led off one end of the living room. June's room was off at the other end.
At five o'clock in the morning, two days after arriving home, he woke to the arrival of his younger sister Reba Hancock and her daughter Kelly, who worked at the House of Cash. When they stopped by his bedroom door he knew that trouble had come to the family. "I know that you're the messenger Reba," he said. "You've been sent to tell me that Louise is gone."
Louise, their oldest sister, had suffered the ills of pancreatic and liver cancer since July 2002. Three hours earlier she had died at her home in Hendersonville at the age of seventy-nine. Hers was the first death in the immediate Cash family for almost ten years. The funeral of Margaret Louise Cash took place at College Heights Baptist Church two days later on Sunday, April 6, and she was buried at Hendersonville Memory Gardens. Cash was too weak to attend.
On the day that Louise died, Ron Keith, a photographer from Madison, Tennessee, was due to shoot a cover photograph of June for her recently recorded solo album, Wildwood Flower. June didn't feel well and she called to cancel, but Keith, who'd known her since he was a child, talked her out of it. "You know how these things go," he'd said. "I'll come in and do it very quickly. You can just step outside the house." June relented, although she worried that she looked drained, and Keith came and shot some pictures of her by the house on the lake. A couple of days before, she had showed him round the garden pointing out the various trees that were in bloom. She wanted plenty of flowers in the pictures so the feeling of springtime would come across.
The next day when she accepted an award for "Hurt" on Cash's behalf at the CMT Flameworthy Video Music Awards it was obvious to onlookers that she was unwell. Not only was she physically bloated as the result of the fluid build-up in her body, but also she was mentally confused due to the lack of oxygen reaching her brain. She looked disheveled and fluffed her lines. The show was broadcast live on television, and Cash watched it at home in the company of his producer Rick Rubin.
On April 11, she was admitted to the Intensive Care Unit at Baptist Hospital where she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure, though the doctors were unsure of how best to treat her. She developed a serious cardiac arrhythmia and had to be defibrillated but was able to sit up in bed and watch old videos of herself as she recovered. After five days she was considered well enough to return home.
On April 28, she developed serious breathing problems. When her niece Kelly called at the home the nurse was carrying out an examination. She instructed, "Get her straight into the hospital for tests." Kelly called June's physician, Dr. Terri Jerkins, at Baptist Hospital and made arrangements for her to be taken in. In retrospect, Kelly believes that June knew that she might never come home. Before she left the house she had a brief conversation with Johnny, in which she insisted, "I have to go, and you have to let me go." It was unusual language for June and seemed to have ominous undertones. "Don't worry about me," she continued. "I have to go now. You stay here and take care of yourself."
Over the next three days June underwent the full battery of tests. Doctors established that fluid on the lungs due to disease in her mitral valve had caused her breathing difficulties. This inflow valve opens to allow freshly oxygenated blood to flow into the left ventricle of the heart so that in turn that blood can be pumped throughout the body. When it fails to open or close completely, blood leaks backward into the lungs, causing build-up. The heart then has to work harder to compensate for the loss of blood, and this leads to heart failure, often recognized by its symptoms of fatigue and shortness of breath.
The only solution was a replacement valve, but because she'd taken prescribed blood-thinning medication during her Christmas vacation in Jamaica, surgery would have to wait until she discontinued the medication, and her blood began to coagulate normally. June was apprehensive about undergoing major surgery at the age of seventy-three, saying that she didn't think that she had the energy to cope. Cash pleaded with her to go through with it because it offered the only realistic possibility of extending her life. He told her how much he loved and needed her and said that for him life without her would have no meaning. She eventually agreed, and May 7 was set as the operating date. The day before, her son, John Carter Cash, visited her with the contact sheets from Ron Keith's photo session. She looked over them in her hospital bed, and while Keith had done a good job, she wasn't happy with the way she looked. She looked ill, she thought. She suggested that they go ahead with an alternative cover.
The operation went well. Doctors successful replaced her damaged mitral valve with one made from an animal's aortic valve. Settled into the Intensive Care Unit and attached to a respirator, she surprised her doctors the next day, by recovering enough to breathe unaided. Cash came in and spent six hours at her bedside in his wheelchair. Relieved that they seemingly weathered the worst, they laughed with each other. June ate a dish of Jell-O. Cash told her that once he got back to the lake house he planned to build up his strength enough to walk again. Rick Rubin had recommended a kinesiologist, Dr. Phil Maffetone, who would wean him off much of his medication and develop a program that would restore the withered muscles in his legs. Then, when they were both recovered, he wanted them both to fly to Germany to see their friends Walter and Monica Eschenbach.
But after he left the hospital, June put a call through to Kathy, the second eldest Cash daughter and the only one living in the Nashville area. She still seemed breathless and unable to talk for long. She told her that although she was off the respirator she didn't feel that she was going to make it. "You're gonna be fine, June," Kathy said. "People have that surgery all the time. I'm sure that you're hurting so bad at the moment that you feel you're not going to make it." But June was insistent. "No, honey. I really need you to know that I'm not gonna make it. Please take care of Daddy."
Kathy didn't share the conversation with her father. He had gone home confident in her recovery and looking forward to her homecoming. He'd even told Kelly that he believed that her speedy recovery had been an answer to prayer because one of the doctors had told him that it was unusual for a patient to come off the respirator so quickly after such a major operation. He'd remarked that she must have the constitution of someone thirty years younger, and that it looked like she'd be moved out of ICU into one of the private suites by the weekend.
That night, at 2:00 am, June suffered a massive cardiac arrest. It took twenty minutes for doctors to manually resuscitate her. They couldn't use a defibrillator because of the recent surgery. But the resuscitation was only enough to put her on a life support machine-she remained in a coma. Cash was called to the hospital immediately and by early morning on May 9 the family began gathering: June's daughter Rosey, John Carter, Kathy, and Rosanne.
Because they were unsure of exactly how long her brain had been deprived of oxygen, the doctors would have to wait at least three days to see if June responded to any stimuli. If there was no response, they'd carry out tests. Kelly was shocked at the effect this was having on her uncle. To her he had always been a man who was larger than life, a man who stared his own death in the face and didn't flinch, but now he was physically and emotionally broken. He looked defeated and she had never seen him that way before. After the doctors explained the situation she saw him take a deep breath, "Okay. I'm gonna pray about it," he said. "And I'm gonna go down and see her."
For the next three days the children based themselves in an eighth floor suite. Every half an hour or so Cash would make his way down in the elevator to sit by June's bed. He held her hand. He talked to her. He prayed for her. He sang her songs and read her Psalms. He begged her not to leave him. His long time manager, Lou Robin, put out an appeal for fans to pray for her recovery, something he had done for Cash when he had been in a coma in 1997.
Tests to gauge brain activity were carried out on Monday, May 12, and then the cardiologist came up to the suite where everyone was gathered. The news, he said, was as bad as it could be. There was no brain activity. June was in a vegatitive state. No one knew what to do or say, and every eye automatically turned to Cash in his wheelchair. It was the most heartbreaking moment they'd experienced. Kelly was so overcome with emotion that she had to leave the room.
Cash wanted to know what could be done and the answer was that nothing could be done. The damage was irreversible. He then asked everyone to link hands while they stood in a circle and prayed. "If anyone has anything to say to June," he said, "you should say it now." Then he left the suite and went down to the Intensive Care Unit where he had to give permission for her support system to be switched off. It was expected that her body functions would slowly close down and that within three hours she would be dead, but instead she clung on to life for three days.
The next day Cash's daughters Tara and Cindy flew in, as did June's oldest daughter Carlene. Messages of encouragement were coming in from friends. Hank Williams Jr., a godson of June's, dropped by. John Mellancamp FedExed a letter. Kris Kristofferson, Al Gore, and Billy Graham made phone calls. Whoopi Goldberg sent food platters for the family. Jesi Colter, widow of Waylon Jennings, flew in from Phoenix, Arizona. Michele Rollins, a close friend, traveled from Delaware.
Cash sat by her bed with the children as they took turns to hold her hand or brush her hair. Sometimes her eyelids would roll back and his hopes would be raised. "You know, I think they're wrong," he'd say. "I think she'll be fine. She's opening her eyes." At other times he'd break down, something none of them had seen since his mother died in 1991. Then they'd hold hands and sing the gospel songs and hymns that she loved until they were all crying.The one they sang the most often was "Waitin' on the Far Side Banks of Jordan":
I'll admit my steps are growing wearier each day
Still I've got a certain journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me want to stay
My one regret is leaving you behind.
If it proves to be His will that I am first to cross
And somehow I've a feeling it will be
When it comes your turn to travel likewise don't feel lost
For I will be the first one you will see.
He would return to the eighth floor to get some sleep, but within minutes he would be restless and making an excuse to leave. "I can't stay," he'd say. "I've got to go back down to see June." On May 15, the signs came that her system was finally shutting down, and the whole family gathered around her bed. At 5:04 pm that Thursday afternoon the end came.
Cash wanted to go straight home but his physician, Dr. Jerkins, insisted that he stay. "You need to be in the hospital," she told him. "You're run down." Reluctantly, at around eight o'clock that evening, he climbed into a bed. Only Rosanne, Kelly, Karen and his two caregivers, Betty and Peggy, remained. Cash was adamant that he wasn't going to hang around for long and, true to his word, at 4:00 am he asked Rosanne to drive him home.
The next day he began planning her funeral. It would take place at First Baptist Church in Hendersonville where they had frequently worshipped since first visiting in November 1967. Her favorite songs would be sung by some of her favorite singers. The gospel that June believed in would be preached. A cross-section of friends, family and fans would share their memories of her. The coffin would be pale blue, June's special color. Then she would be buried in the Hendersonville Memory Gardens alongside her mother Maybelle, her father Eck, and her sister Anita. Lou Robin told the media that the funeral was going to be a private affair, but when Cash heard this announced on the radio he protested. "Everybody loved June and everybody should be able to come," he said, and so the invitation was extended to all. Eighteen hundred people attended, and the service was broadcast live on local television.
For those who hadn't seen Johnny Cash in a while, his appearance at the funeral came as a shock. Frail and bespectacled with rapidly thinning white hair, he had to be assisted from his wheelchair into a front row seat beside his son, John Carter. He remained stoically impassive throughout most of the service, trying to calm his nerves, but would sometimes turn to his son and whisper. His sight was so bad that he wouldn't have been able to see the extravagant display of flowers on the platform or even his wife's body in the open casket.
The church's pastor Glenn Weekley spoke movingly about what he believed was the core of June's Christian faith-a belief in God's love, God's grace, God's presence, God's purpose, and God's promise-and ending by saying that he knew that nothing would have pleased her more than that someone would come to faith as a result of her funeral. "There are people here," said Weekley, "who are not ready to die." He warned them against postponing the examination of their souls. "I can guarantee that you'll never run out of excuses. But I can also guarante you that you'll run out of time."
Courtney Wilson, pastor of First Baptist at the time that the Cashes first walked into the church in 1967 and sat in the back row, gave a personal reminiscence of that day and the changes it had brought to their lives. It was June who had brought Cash back to church after a decade or more of wandering. "In this and many other instances," he said, "June was the touching hand of God in someone's life." He didn't want to minimize the pain her loss had brought but, he said, addressing Cash directly, "You know that God is sufficient for all your needs." Cash slowly nodded his head.
Larry Gatlin, who introduced each of the participants in the service, sang "Help Me" with his two brothers. Emmylou Harris and Sheryl Crow joined forces on "Angel Band" and "On the Sea of Galilee." Laura Cash, John Carter's wife, played "How Great Thou Art" on the fiddle. Members of the Carter family from the south-western part of Virginia sang "Anchored in Love." When the Oak Ridge Boys performed "Loving God, Loving Each Other," Cash took a tissue from his pocket and began wiping his eyes for the first time.
Loving God, loving each other,
Making music with my friends;
Loving God, loving each other,
And the music never ends.
Spoken tributes were given by people who had known completely different aspects of June's life. A message from the Prime Minsiter of Jamaica praised her work with charities in Montego Bay. Television director James Keach and his actress-wife, Jane Seymour, spoke of her television role on Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. A Baptist minister came from California to speak of how he owed his salvation to her witness. Tearful fans merely wanted to express their gratitude for her life and music. The overwhelming impression given of June was someone who was utterly selfless, someone whose fulfillment came from serving God and serving others.
The most eloquent and moving tribute came from Rosanne, the only family member to speak. She spoke glowingly of the way that June gave to all who came into her life and how she banned the use of the word stepchildren in her family. "In her eyes there were two kinds of people in the world: those she knew and loved and those she didn't know and loved," she said.
She looked for the best in everyone. It was a way of life for her. If you pointed out that a particular person was perhaps not totally deserving of her love and in fact might be somewhat of a loser she would say, "Well, honey, we just have to lift him up." She was forever lifting people up.
It took a long time for me to understand that what she did when she lifted you up was to mirror the very best part of you back to yourself. She was like a spiritual detective: she saw into all your dark corners and deep recesses, saw your potential and your possible future, and the gifts you didn't even know you possessed, and she "lifted them up" for you to see.
She did it for all of us, daily, continuously. But her great mission and passion were lifting up my dad. If being a wife were a corporation, June would have been the CEO. It was her most treasured role. She began every day by saying, 'What can I do for you, John?" Her love filled up every room he was in, lightened every path he walked, and her devotion created a sacred, exhilarating place for them to live out their married life. My daddy has lost his dearest companion, his musical counterpart, his soulmate and best friend.
Rosanne ended with a story of a family reunion that Cash had organized that he called Grandchildren's Week. During it June was honored each day with special tributes and songs from the grandchildren and on one of the days she sent everyone on a canoe trip down the Holston River.
It was a gorgeous, magical day. Some of the more urban members of the family had never even been in a canoe. We drifted for a couple of hours and as we rounded the last bend in the river to the place where we would dock, there was June, standing on the shore in the little clearing between the trees. She had gone ahead in a car to surprise us and welcome us at the end of the journey. She was wearing one of her big flowerered hats and a long white skirt, and she was waving her scarf and calling, "Hellooo!" I have never seen her so happy.
So, today, from a bereft husband, seven grieving children, sixteen grandchildren and three great-grandchildren, we wave to her from this shore, as she drifts out of our lives. What a legacy she leaves! What a mother she was! I know she has gone ahead of us to the far side bank. I have faith that when we all round the last bend in the river, she will be standing there on the shore in her big flowered hat and long white skirt, under a June-blue sky, waving her scarf to greet us.
In the days immediately after the funeral Cash stayed at home. What most struck those who visited him was his lonliness. Since marrying, he and June had spent hardly any time apart. It didn't seem possible to speak of Johnny Cash without adding "and June." Now it was as though part of his being had been amputated. When his children visited he wanted them to tell him their favorite stories of June, and he'd frequently turn to a framed photograph of her that he kept beside him and start talking to it. "Oh, Honey. You look so beautiful. I sure do miss you."
Yet he knew that the only way to minimize the gnawing pain was to start playing music again. He not only needed the sounds to work their healing, he needed a project to give him a new reason for waking up each morning and the fellowship of musicians to distract his mind from the loss. June had told him that she had to go, but she had also said that he had to take care of himself. About three days after the funeral he called Kelly at the office. "Well, I've thought about it and I've prayed about it and June wants me to get to work," he said. "I have a lot I need to do and so I'm going to work."
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Foreword, Kris Kristofferson
Acknowledgements
1. First To Cross
2. The Promised Land
3. Leaving Home
4. Walking the Line
5. Amphetamine Blues
6. Going Down, Down, Down
7. Busted
8. The Voice of America
9. Personal Jesus
10. The Beast in Me
11. Riding the Highway
12. American Recordings
13. The Man Comes Around
14. Touched By Grace
1988 Interview with Steve Turner
Chronology
Discography
Bibliography
What People are Saying About This
Johnny Cash was unquestionably one of the most gifted and unusual men I ever knew. My wife Ruth and I considered Johnny and June two of our dearest friends, and we miss them both deeply. In this highly readable biography, Steve Turner vividly captures the remarkable story of Johnny's life, from beginning to end-a life marked by repeated struggles and successes. Most of all, it was a life marked by great faith in Jesus Christ--a faith that carried him through difficulties that would have overwhelmed a lesser person. Johnny
Cash comes alive in this book, and you will be a better person for having read it. -BILLY GRAHAM