What better way to start the month of November than with a bit of Rick Rubin era Johnny Cash. This, the self-penned title track off Cash's 2002 American IV album, is filled with dark & foreboding apocalyptic imagery that suits both Cash's voice, persona, and legend like a second skin. Cash, the master of straddling . . .
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