Hello, I’m Johnny Cash

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Music pours out of every venue, wafting BBQ permeates every corner, and endless revelry in the streets represent a precursory view of Nashville. This is my second round visiting Nashville and Woody’s first. What a crazy, music-filled, rambunctious town.


I bet this may be a capital of Hen Parties and Stag Parties, at least judging by the Bride Tribes and Groom Drinking Teams we ran into. Or, who ran into us. You can find all degrees of drunkenness and debauchery in Smashville.

Nash Vegas

Bright neon lights up the night sky, and not because it’s Christmas. All year round, 7 days a week, 24 hours a day – just like the famed distant cousin, Las Vegas.

Music City

That’s what we’re here for. Even though I’m not a Country Music Fan. BUT, there was a time. Circa 1970, I knew my country music. I remember humming along to Loretta Lynn, walking through a shop with my Dad. He boasted to the clerk, “she knows ’em all… Honey, who’s singin’ now?” I did see Tammy Wynette, Dolly Parton and The Man in Black, all perform in the Bay Area. Anyone remember The Circle Star?

The Johnny Cash Museum

Even though my country music fandom faded, Johnny (and Dolly!) have never left my heart. I almost didn’t care what else we did in Nashville, this time I had to see the Johnny Cash Museum. (I could not convince Woody to take me to Dollywood. Next time.) The museum was filled with all sorts of memorabilia and opportunities to listen to various hits. We both wondered if we could find a couple of our “more obscure” Johhny songs in some fashion. Then I hear one, Sunday Morning Coming Down. We chase it. The room had a large screen with Johnny performing in front of a live audience. We caught the applause.

Woody turns to me and says, “let’s just relax and enjoy until it comes around again.” No problem, it sort of felt like an intimate concert – the chairs were uncomfortable, and the sound was great. 45 minutes later Sunday Morning comes along. Cool museum!


Before we exit through the gift shop, a video of Johnny performing Hurt stopped me in my tracks. I totally choked up. I must’ve been on a spaceship or something, because this powerful song was never caught by my radar. Performed months before he died, it’s a haunting song of pain, sadness and the beauty of life too. YouTube it. Interestingly, his version is a cover of Nine Inch Nails (1994). Johnny Cash covering a Nine Inch Nails song is so odd that it’s a perfect wrap to an amazing life and career.

And, Just So Our Visit to Nashville Is Complete

We didn’t want to risk any scolding from the candy Gods, or a bus driver, so we made a swing by the GooGoo Cluster Candy Shop.

Now Our Visit To Nashville Is Complete

About Hali

Just a travel junkie trying to find my voice in the blogosphere. I enjoy sharing my photography and fast facts I learn in the places I travel through.

2 thoughts on “Hello, I’m Johnny Cash

  1. Audrey P Adams

    Remember the Circle Star?! Our Greek dance group performed there, opening for Bob Hope. Also met Edward Everett Horton, voice of Bullwinkle and narrator of Fractured Fairy Tales there. We were there with Louis Gundunas who was in the New York play of Zorba the Greek at the time, and owned Balkan Village where we performed every summer. Good ol’ days. Loved your pics.


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