The Nighthawk
For a good ten years I travelled to and from school on a decrepid, faded-brown 70s relic of a bus called the Nighthawk. The journey was almost an hour each way, round winding country lanes passing through several local villages. About every two weeks it would break down - incidents such as the side panels of the bus just falling off - and we'd have to sit even longer on the damn thing.

Oh the tedium of those journeys.. but compounded times ten by the fact that the bus driver was rather tunnel-visioned in his music tastes. We'd occasionally get the radio, but more often than not it was one of two casette tapes; a Bob Marley album, or the early greatest hits of Johnny Cash. Cash was clearly the favorite. I have painful memories of years listening to that tape what seems like every day - the relentless "1, 2, 1, 2" of the guitar's bassline burning holes in my skull, and the simple, succinct lyrics becoming totally meaningless and monotonous, a hammering gibberish. Now I love my music these days - including country stuff - and can see how important Cash is to the general framework of music history, and have even been tempted to see "walk the line".. but all appreciation is utterly ruined. Many of his best-loved tunes make me wince in abject horror, and only I know why. Cheers Mr bus driver.
(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 12:17, 2 replies)

Walk The Line
is pretty ghey if you're a Cash fan.

Read any amount of biographical material for a much more amusing tale of debauchery and salvation.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 14:40, closed)

you've got to admit it's a well done film
might not contain all the facts, but it's still good

also, reese witherspoon sings better than his wife did
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 16:07, closed)