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Sep. 12th, 2003 05:41 pmI'm writing this before I even look at live journal, 'cause I know there are already going to be comments made and I don't want to see them until after I've written my piece.
I got up bright and early this morning. I didn't want to go to work. Got myself a coffee and hopped in the car. No sooner than I start the car the radio station that I had it set to announces to me that John Ridder and Johnny Cash had died. I'll be honest, I didn't care that John Ridder had died, though he was as much a part of my early childhood as Johnny Cash had been. My first urge was to shut off the car and run back into the house and tell Efrain, but considering I wanted to get to work for 7:30 and I didn't think that he would appreciate such news at 7:00 am, I put my car into drive and went to work.
Now it sucks that John Ridder died of a heart attack on the set of his show. He was younger than my dad, but Johnny's death hit me harder. All I could think was, the Man in Black is gone. I remember my dad listening to Johnny Cash when I was little... him, the Oakridge Boys, and a number of others. Lately one of my fellow co-workers at Hot Topic has been playing his cover album that he did (you know the one where he covers hurt, some of the songs on that disc make my mind melt!). I just was never able to escape the man. My dad never called me a goth, he always said it was his fault I wore too much black, making me listen to Johnny Cash all the time.
So here I say farewell to a man I never met, but was somehow there in little ways in my life. Probably would have liked to have met him, but now he's gone to follow his wife in that big somewhere out there. I hope he's already found her.
Ok, that's all I have to say.
I got up bright and early this morning. I didn't want to go to work. Got myself a coffee and hopped in the car. No sooner than I start the car the radio station that I had it set to announces to me that John Ridder and Johnny Cash had died. I'll be honest, I didn't care that John Ridder had died, though he was as much a part of my early childhood as Johnny Cash had been. My first urge was to shut off the car and run back into the house and tell Efrain, but considering I wanted to get to work for 7:30 and I didn't think that he would appreciate such news at 7:00 am, I put my car into drive and went to work.
Now it sucks that John Ridder died of a heart attack on the set of his show. He was younger than my dad, but Johnny's death hit me harder. All I could think was, the Man in Black is gone. I remember my dad listening to Johnny Cash when I was little... him, the Oakridge Boys, and a number of others. Lately one of my fellow co-workers at Hot Topic has been playing his cover album that he did (you know the one where he covers hurt, some of the songs on that disc make my mind melt!). I just was never able to escape the man. My dad never called me a goth, he always said it was his fault I wore too much black, making me listen to Johnny Cash all the time.
So here I say farewell to a man I never met, but was somehow there in little ways in my life. Probably would have liked to have met him, but now he's gone to follow his wife in that big somewhere out there. I hope he's already found her.
Ok, that's all I have to say.
