[Acoustic guitar playing]
I cried...
Because I couldn't believe it.
He was my greatest teacher. My hero.
It was in his kitchen... I'll never forget that.
About 20 people sat at the table. His musicians were there... in honor of my visit!
June Carter, his wife, sat next to me at the table.
I was right here, he sat across the table.
White shirt, denim suit...
Blank expression!
Now June Carter stood up and started saying a grace...
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon.
Dinner was served by black servers with white gloves.
Fried chicken, I think it was.
Now that bitch June Carter started praying...
and she just didn't stop!
She went on for 20 minutes or something!
Talking about Kennedy, Khrushchev and all kinds of politics and Jesus Christ and Bethlehem and Jerusalem and she just didn't stop!
I was like...
And the chicken...
I was so hungry!
And Cash...
That's how it all started.
A friendship was born.
Which I will never forget.
This is my fortune.
We did sing like Paul McCartney and John Lennon, using one microphone.
We were the same height.
I think...
Here!
The only thing I have left of him...
are those trousers.
He had given me three complete stage suits.
All of them were stolen by some assholes.
This is all that's left. Star-studded trousers.
Those were his.
Here, take a look...
Nudie's Rodeo Taylor, North Hollywood
It reads "Johnny Cash 1-17-77, size 38-35"
Unbelievable.
I hadn't seen him for a couple of years...
The last time in 1996, I think.
In Berlin.
I had heard that he was fairly sick and suffered from depression after June's passing... She died four months before him.
My daughter Liesamarie and I went over to the States.
When we met he arrived with his son – because he wasn't able to drive anymore.
He used to drive that Mercedes S500 because he loved german cars.
So they drove up to his studio
and this old man got out of the car...
No hair left, no eye brows, wearing Jesus sandals.
And I wanted to help him out of the car...
We were kneeling in the grass... We cried.
I wasn't expecting this.
Then he said:
Before a nurse came to get him out of that car.
Just like Rolf Eden stumbling around Berlin these days... Awful!
Then I remember him sitting at the sound desk
and I sang "[Give] my love to Rose".
This wonderful song about the guy who just got out of prison...
I had done a german version of it
and tears were rolling down his cheeks.
I'll never forget that.
Big, big, big emotions.
Music let's you live longer.
Just like love let's you live longer.
I'm not talking about having loads of sex every day... That's not what I'm talking about.
I just don't want to live a life without women.
Women always come first.
And I'm also very motivated in terms of boobies...
The titties and such... I always like to look at those.
I don't need massive knockers like Sophia Wollersheim had in the jungle...
Those are the petrol stations of life!
When I pulled my youngest daughter out of her mother's womb on December 24... Unbelievable, right?
1984
The child latched to the breast immediately...
Or the mother put her there right away
[yum yum yum yum yum]
That's amazing, isn't it?
That was the only time in my life I cried tears of joy.
And I cannot talk about it right now... that makes me so happy.
I fucked up many times in my life
and I'm not one to say "I would do it all over again".
There are certain things you do when you're young and stupid...
Most of the time it's euphoria, cockiness, too.
My youngest son, for example, was fathered behind the curtain of a whiskey bar in Berlin.
Back when I was successful we used to go out partying with a lot of guys in tow.
So this particular night we arrived at the King's Pub at Ku'damm
and there was this... this really hot broad.
I said to my buddies: "Over there. This woman. She's next tonight – behind this curtain right here."
About an hour later we were behind that curtain.
And then she got pregnant for fuck's sake!
She wanted to get an abortion but I said:
"That's not gonna happen. No abortions!"
Because my mother had died after an abortion.
So that's how my son came along... My failed one. That was definitely a mistake. I'd say.
All in all, despite all the ups and downs, I had an amazing, exciting life.
I'd be a swine if I complained.
Even the bitter times of my life, the times of misfortune
were quite amazing.
Maybe I'll go to bed tonight – and won't wake up tomorrow...
But I know exactly how I would prefer to die.
How I picture it.
And my daughter says:
"Yes, Daddy. That's how you need to die!"
I want to die in cowboy boots, standing upright,
hands lifted up.
It doesn't have to be on stage – here in the shipyard would be fine as well.
And I want to say:
Thank God!
This shit is over.
Because basically... life is pointless.
It's a bit of boozing, fucking and whatnot...
But what is it really worth? I don't know.
I try to come up with something somehow...
My purpose in life might be writing good songs and being honest.
To give people a bit of joy.
But that's miserable actually.
Really miserable.
Others say: "I wanna have children. That's what I live for!"
[laughing] Well, if that's what they think... Okay. To each his own.
That is, my dear Johannes, who has this biblical name, the big question after all...
What's all this about?
[singing "Er ist ein Kerl (der 30-Tonner Diesel)"]
Good song, good song...
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