Chapter 1290 Narrating in Song
Johnny Cash has always been carrying the shackles of his own cross, and he is faltering. From his father's beating and scolding to his mother's forbearance and then to Vivian's pain, those struggles and curses have always bound his soul, and he dare not face himself. , refuse to face yourself, and even hate your true self.
From the eyes of those closest to him, Johnny saw himself as cowardly and timid, incompetent and clumsy. They didn't even need words, a look could make him abandon his armor and disarm all his equipment. , exposing the softest and most vulnerable parts, full of wounds.
It's the same even when facing Vivian.
Vivian has always known about Johnny's musical dream. She has neither objection nor support. Sometimes she will gently encourage him to create music. Sometimes she will fall into pain due to the constraints of life. Sometimes she thinks Johnny and My friend’s amateur music had no future.
In the final analysis, Vivian is still a traditional woman. She longs for a stable and peaceful life. She longs for Johnny to bring stable income. Although she is immersed in pain and torture, she is always learning to understand Johnny gently and considerately. But, she never really understood.
Vivian’s struggle is also Johnny’s struggle.
They are both gentle souls, but they constantly hurt each other because they are too gentle.
Johnny dared not look directly into Vivian's eyes. He was afraid that he would see disappointment and struggle in those eyes, as well as the worthless self.
In front of Vivian, Johnny always performed gospel music, but he never told Vivian that he also composed other types of music.
His joys and sorrows, his fragility and wounds, his pain and struggle, are injected into notes and turned into melodies, gurgling out from the depths of his soul.
However, he did not dare to reveal it and could only carefully bury and hide it. It was another secret secretly hidden in the dream of music.
Even he himself didn't dare to face it.
Until this time.
Standing in front of Sam, Johnny felt naked for the first time——
It turns out that music is really the window to the soul; it turns out that someone can really see through his struggles and concealment at a glance.
Johnny lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact like a child who had done something wrong.
After struggling and pulling, Johnny cautiously raised his head to look at Sam again and said cautiously.
"I wrote a few songs when I was in the Air Force..."
The muttered voice was vague, and Johnny also realized his embarrassment and deliberately raised his voice, with a stern tone and a slightly provocative tone.
"Do you have a problem with the Air Force?"
Sam raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly and crisply, "No."
Johnny also realized that his attack was a little childish, and his tone softened, "I have."
Sam was stunned and slightly surprised: Johnny has a problem with the Air Force? What's your opinion? Or is it a joke?
Sam studied Johnny's eyes carefully.
He saw a light in Johnny's eyes, a faint but firm light. Although he was still introverted and reserved, he could feel the power hidden deep in his soul, which was tough and hot.
Sam straightened his back without realizing it, and began to look forward to it.
However, Johnny's friends don't think so.
"JR, no matter what you sing, we haven't heard it."
"What should we... do?"
Johnny didn't respond. He stared intently at Sam, immersed in his own thoughts, humming softly without accompaniment or greeting.
"I heard the train approaching, coming from the corner." It was light and gentle, and you could faintly feel the trembling in the voice, with a little hesitation and a little vulnerability, but it was said firmly.
"I can't see the sun, so I don't know the time. I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time drags on slowly."
Sam was stunned for a moment and tried to react, but he couldn't help but froze in place.
Not only Sam, but also Luther and Marshall are no exception, because they can feel the emotional power in Johnny's gently trembling tail.
Involuntarily, he stretched out his right hand, trying to catch a ray of sunshine through the window the size of a tofu block, but there was nothing in his palm. He slightly closed his fingertips, only to catch a piece of coldness.
He suddenly raised his head, and the four walls formed a black hole where he could neither feel time nor space. He fell into nothingness before he realized it.
What song is this?
"Folsom-Prison-Blues."
Hunter caught the melody at once, even without accompaniment, but the vicissitudes and fragility, loneliness and sadness in Johnny's singing accurately landed on the heart.
The song, which was not written while Johnny was actually in prison, was inspired by a movie Johnny watched while serving in prison.
Folsom Prison is a high-security prison in California. The film tells the story of the warden who used various inhumane methods to torture criminals before prison reform in 1944, which made Johnny think.
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Against this background, Johnny wrote the song in the first person.
Obviously, Johnny has never made this song public. He is afraid of exposing his inner thoughts. He is worried about showing his true appearance. His thinking, his precipitation, and his soul have long been accustomed to hiding in his silence and Clumsy.
Until this time.
If this is the end of life, if he is lying in the gutter now waiting for death, if this is the scene he shows before God, this is the first melody that comes to mind.
Cautiously, with a little timidity and hesitation, Johnny lowered his eyelids and hummed softly, not daring to see Sam's reaction or anyone else's reaction, just immersed in his own thoughts
"But the train kept roaring on to St. Anton."
It's melodious and graceful, but it's completely relaxing between the smooth notes.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, not with joy or happiness, but with the freedom to relax in the melody. The layers of haze covering the top of his head quietly dispersed, and a diluted glimmer of light peeked out from behind the thick clouds.
Although Johnny Cash's song has a heavy theme, it is presented in a brisk way. Those lamentations, loneliness and regrets fly freely and freely in the collision of swing and country styles.
However, just now, in the first verse, Johnny's performance was filled with too many mixed emotions, revealing a wavering uneasiness and apprehension.
Until now.
In the eloquent singing, I regained my confidence, entered my own performance state, and the noise in my voice settled down.
Then, his fingertips fell on the guitar strings and lightly plucked——
A variation.
The rhythm and tonality have all changed. It seems that the entire sky is still covered with clouds and drizzle is falling; however, the sun shines through the clouds tenaciously, and the gray and chaotic world is slowly soaked with wisps of gold, which continues to fall. Yusi doesn't seem so bad anymore.
The whole feeling is subtle and complicated.
But his eyes couldn't help but fall on Johnny.
(End of chapter)