The last time I cried, properly, was five years ago.

I was reading Cash’s autobiography and he’d just crawled into a cave.

Alone.

To die.

Cash was a man who seemingly enjoyed pushing himself to the brink of personal destruction; whilst passionately fighting for the weak and downtrodden.

He was a remarkable man, but a mixed up, intense, one.  Loving and loathing the world.

How, exactly, can a tribute act capture the essence of a man like Cash!?

The answer is probably much easier than it sounds- you just play the songs. Loudly. With passion.

The songs tell it all; the struggles, the rebelliousness, the fear.

The Cash tribute does all it needs to do- it plays his songs.

Wait long enough and the man will come around.