Stand before a bookcase, close your eyes, pick a book, open it up, jab your finger down on the page, and use that sentence as your opening

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  1. I saw Johnny Cash and the Jayhawks at the Orpheum theatre. A magical night. The Jayhawks played an acoustic set, and Johnny was there with the Tennessee Three and was in fine form.

    One of the first albums I ever bought was a guy singing Johnny Cash songs. Bought it at the Ben Franklin store, brought it home, then found out it wasn’t really Johnny. I was crushed. It was the first time in my life that I realized that there was only one Johnny Cash, a fact I’ve rediscovered a hundred times (give or take) since then.

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  2. The first tape I bought with my own money was the Jackson 5, soon followed by their others and then every album released by Michael Jackson solo. I just found a CD of “Bad” at a garage sale, snapped it up for 50 cents, brought it home and announced to my family that they were about to hear the music that was the soundtrack of my days and nights back in, oh say about 1987 or 88. I listened to it so many times that I literally wore out tape ribbon (or whatever it’s called–that sounds more like a typewriter) and I remember clutching it, sobbing, as my mother insisted that I throw it in the kitchen trash can and tried to explain that I could get another copy.

    My mom was a TV addict, but my dad was all about radio. Many childhood memories are infused by the background of the radio he always had on: baseball, opera, MPR. I myself could have cared less about any of that and always went for the music. Unfortunately I didn’t quite get the beauty of all that classic country until I was older, but I’m making sure the same travesty doesn’t happen to my child: with two Johnny, Dolly, et al-loving parents, there’s no way he’ll escape without an appreciation.

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