Favorite memory...it's a tangential one, but I remember when we lived in Shreveport, I had a pediatrician named Dr. Strain. One day I had a strept throat or something and Mom took me in to see Dr. Strain. Apparently Cash had played Shreveport the night before, because all anybody in the waitin room was talking about was Johnny Cash, "Ring Of Fire", and were you there last night, did he do "Ring Of Fire"?
Well, Dr. Strain HAD been there last night and that's all he could talk about before and after looking at my throat and telling me I was gonna get a shot and miss school for a day or two, was Johnny Cash last night and "Ring Of Fire", I mean, Dr. Strain was excited in the unique way that Southern men of the time did when they something had gotten inside them that they could not find a way to control of otherwise subjugate - or deny. And in fairness to Dr. Strain, those are some pretty damn powerful lyrics, and the less one is removed from a literal sense of real falling into real fire and really, truly, burning, like you can smell the flesh in your nostrils burning, the more powerful they surely are...Johnny & June must have been the Southern/Baptist Frank & Nancy or Eddie & Liz, and Dr. Strain was letting it get inside him, for reasons which I can today only imagine, although then, as a kid, I just thought it was because he really liked that record.