I want SO BADLY to see this movie (which, of course, means I will see it).
Johnny Cash was my favorite country singer for years.
One of the first country songs I learned to sing and chord along with on my guitar was "Folsum Prison Blues".
His was the first prime-time country music show on television, premiering in 1969, broadcast from the Ryman Auditorium. He was brave enough to have people like Kris Kristofferson and Bob Dylan as guests. And Ray Charles, and Mama Cass.
I tried to teach my two-year-old son to say, "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash". He'd say, "Hey-yo, I Cay-Cay". Close enough.
I used to write corny country songs and send them to Johnny Cash, hoping he'd record them. Of course, they were "returned-to-sender". I loved him anyway. I was so naive.
When we visited Nashville, we went to the "House of Cash", and saw the famous "One-Piece-At-A-Time" car.
He and his wife, June, sang and testified at many Billy Graham crusades.
In his later years, Johnny was cast aside and forgotten by Nashville, but he made some amazing recordings, just him, singing and strumming his guitar... an old, dying man, protesting the way he'd been tossed out.
Rest in peace, Johnny. I hope the movie does your early years justice.