This evening I watched the film of Johnny Cash playing at San Quentin prison.Â It is a remarkable film of a remarkable concert and a reminder of why Johnny Cash is the country singer that even people who don’t like country music can appreciate.
At one point he sings a song called San Quentin I hate every inch of you, which must be the epitome of a crowd-pleaser.Â Never has a song been as well-targetted I think.
Apart from the music there was a little banter, including a fantastic put-down for a heckler which I shall remember in case I return to public speaking at any point, or unexpectedly branch into standup comedy:
I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said. I was talking.
The music was interspersed with documentary elements and interviews with staff and inmates.Â The total acceptance of the death penalty was chilling, as was one prisoner’s story of how he strangled a woman and her son without really knowing why he did it.
Fascinating film, which I only saw because it was on straight after the Specials reunion concert in Coventry on Sky Arts.