I’m reading Escape by Carolyn Jessop, a former member of the FLDS church, the cult led by the now jailed Warren Jeffs.   It’s very interesting and well written.  She was blessed to have been allowed to attend college and learn of something outside of her own world, which was small.  She was married off to a 50 year old man who already had 4 wives.  I think he eventually had 7 wives.  Obviously, after years of many kinds of abuse and in fear for the safety of her children & herself, she escaped.  I haven’t gotten to that part yet. 

Friday night my friend, Amanda, and I stayed up until 5:30 am watching movies.  We hadn’t seen each other in several months, so initially we spent hours catching up.  Then we watched Walk the Line & Coal Miner’s Daughter (her favorite film).  I liked Walk the Line more than I expected to.  I’ve always felt like his 1st wife (Vivian) endured a lot, bore him 4 daughters, and is ignored in his histories, or made out to be bitchy.  She was in Walk the Line, especially.  Usually she is just ignored.  I want to read her book.  She wrote one before she passed in 2005.

I hadn’t seen Coal Miner’s Daughter in a long time.  It’s great, because of the wonderful actors.   The music is great, too.  I’d like to have the soundtrack to that & to Walk the Line.  I have a bunch of Johnny Cash albums & a few of June Carter’s.  I love the old stuff, but the American Recordings with Rick Rubin are exceptional.  My absolute favorite is the 3rd one, Unchained.  Every single song is great.  It’s the one on which he covers Sound Garden’s Rusty Cage.   Every song is gutsy, soulful, just great. 

Rick Rubin also produced the last one the Dixie Chicks did-Taking the Long Way, which, of course, is excellent.  Amazes me 7 years ago people were burnin their Dixie Chicks CDs because of one little thing their singer said during a concert, yet celebrities, media personalities under the guise of journalism, and many others call Obama horrible names with no backlash.  I try not to think about it, but the rancor in our public discourse & in government is disturbing.  Puts me in a negative mood to think about it.

Okay, going back to my book.  I’m hoping my heart receives a poem soon.  I love writing poetry.


I’ve just gotten started talking about Belhaven, but taking a break.  I hope it wasn’t boring.  Tell me if it was, really. 

On NPR today I heard an interview with Rosanne Cash about her new album The List.  Let me just say, Johnny Cash is sacred to me.  The man moves me.  Of course I’ve always known of him from his early years.  In about 1997  I got this album called Unchained.  It was one of the ones produced by Rick Rubin.  I have no idea what goes into producing a record, but everything I’ve known to be produced by him is excellent.  It’s one of those records on which every song rocks.  He actually actually covered a Sound Garden song called Rusty Cage.   He also wrote (his second, I believe) autobiography around that time, which I read.  I was in love.  The man is just heart stirring.  His songs…ethereal to me.

Anyhow, this interview with Rosanne Cash was the bomb.  She was so eloquent; just her speaking was art.  It sounded like poetry.  The List was inspired by a list of songs her Dad wrote down for her when she was about 18.  She described being into The Beatles, Buffalo Springfield, etc., and he was shocked she had never heard the song by Don Gibson called Sea of Heartbreak, and some others.  Well, I hadn’t either when I was 18, but it’s one of my favorites now.  Anyhow, he wrote down a list of about 100 songs that she needed to know.  This album includes songs from the list he wrote for her so many years ago.  And, she sings Sea of Heartbreak on the album with Bruce Springsteen.  She also gets a little help from some pretty solid folks like Rufus Wainwright, Elvis Costello and others. 

My favorite (at least one of my favorites-how can I choose?) song by Johnny Cash was actually written by Kris Kristofferson.  It’s called Sunday Morning Coming Down.  It’s pretty melancholy, but it has always spoken to me.  He recorded that a long time ago.  “Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.  And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so I had one more for dessert….”  It talks about the things that, as a Southerner, you would have done as a kid on Sundays-sing in church, eat fried chicken for Sunday lunch, etc. 

Okay, there’s a little girl named Elsie who wants one last walk, and I need to get myself to bed.  Here’s a picture of Elsie, by the way.  She’s my baby.