There's a difference between "I dropped my phone" and "My phone fell."
When I tried to put my phone into the back pocket of a rarely worn pair of shorts but somehow managed to miss the target, that was all me. I signed the dotted line and fully take blame for the spider web shaped crack that has adorned the front corner of my old cell phone since the summer. But that all-too-common decorative touch never interfered with the functions of the phone - instagram, facebook, texting, or the ironically rare phone call.
But when I absentmindedly put my phone atop a 4 foot tall speaker before playing obnoxiously loud music for an hour, I forgot that the combination of physical vibrations and gravity wouldn't result in anything good. Naturally, when my phone crashed into the ground resulting in a fatal function failure, I didn't claim responsibility.
Hence, "My phone fell."
For a good week, I didn't have access to the normal podcasts / YouTube audiobooks that keep my brain occupied at work. Naturally, I dug out the old iPod full of ancient music. And I stumbled back on my digital milk crate full of Johnny Cash albums, and went on a binge listening spree.
This piece is a tribute to one of my favorite country / rockabilly artists of the American folk music tradition. Cash's music all kept an upbeat rhythm and tempo while he simultaneously sang about immense sadness regarding lost loves, historical injustices, and his personal pain regarding his battle with drug addiction.
In I Walk the Line, Cash declares his love and faithfulness for his first wife Vivian:
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes I admit, I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line
My depiction of Cash has him wearing all black surrounded by the brightly colored green fields and open blue skies. So few musicians nowadays speak with such insight and clarity about the world around us as Cash. In his own words on "Man in Black":
I wear the black for the poor and beaten down living in the hopeless, hungry side of town
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, but is there because he's a victim of the times...
I wear it for the sick and lonely old, for the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mourning for the lives that could have been - each week we lose a hundred fine young men...
I'd love to wear a rainbow every day and tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, till things are brighter - I'm the Man In Black