Did Rick Rubin turn Johnny Cash into a cheesy Goth?

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Aug. 15 2006 10:58 AM

Johnny Cash, Cornball

Can pop music be both great art and shameless kitsch?

These days, it's hard to find anyone who isn't a Johnny Cash fan. Three years after his death, he's become one of those rare musicians held in near-universal esteem. Everyone knows he's great, and his music is touched with such timeless and ineffable cool that hipsters still love him despite his embrace by the unhip. Cash's posthumous career, needless to say, is going very well. A best-of CD landed in the Billboard Top 10 last year, and a new album, American V: A Hundred Highways, arrived on July 4 and promptly hit No. 1. It's the first Cash album to top the pop charts since Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison (1968)—proof positive that as much as we esteem our "living legends," we prefer them recently dead and deified in Hollywood biopics.

The current wave of Cash-mania kicked into high gear with last year's Walk the Line, but the real force behind the Cash revival is Rick Rubin, the rock/hip-hop super-producer who oversaw the singer's last five studio albums. Together, they're dubbed the American Recordings series, and A Hundred Highways is the fifth volume. Rubin remembers a time when Cash had considerably less cachet. The producer saw his first Cash concert in the early 1990s—at an Orange County dinner theater. Cash had been dropped by Columbia Records, had made a string of lackluster albums for Mercury, and was contemplating an end to his recording career altogether. He'd been largely abandoned by country fans—his relationship with the Nashville establishment was always chilly—and the rock audience that had discovered him through Bob Dylan in the late '60s had likewise moved on.

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Rubin's solution was simple; in fact, his solution was simplicity. On American Recordings (1994), Rubin stripped back the musical arrangements to a bare minimum, setting Cash's fathoms-deep baritone against stark acoustic guitar picking. Throw in a couple of surprising rock cover tunes, a video starring Kate Moss, and appearances at the Viper Room in L.A., and the rest was history—up shot the record sales and in rolled the Grammys.

In the decade following, Cash and Rubin recorded scores more songs, scarcely altering the formula. Together, the five Cash-Rubin studio albums—along with Unearthed, a box-set release of outtakes from their sessions—form one of most satisfying groups of popular recordings of the last decade-plus. Cash had always sung spirituals, folk songs, and country standards, but the American Recordings series proved that, like Ray Charles and Willie Nelson, he couldsing any song, bringing depth and gravity to everything from WWII-era pop standards to Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus."

The American Recording series also features some mesmerizing Cash originals, songs that present an old man's awe-struck and amused meditations on death. American IV: The Man Comes Around (2002) is a virtual concept album about death, and its churning title track, with a lyric cribbed from the Book of Revelation, stands as one of Cash's greatest creations. The mood is even more elegiac on A Hundred Highways, which was made in 2002 and 2003, in the months following the death of Cash's wife June and before his own death on Sept. 12, 2003. In a ragged, wheezy voice—Cash suffered from asthma in the last months of his life—Cash sings gospel prayers, visions of resurrection, and another stunning new song, "Like the 309," the last he ever wrote, in which he imagines his casket being loaded on a train for a final ride.

And yet, for all their greatness, the Cash-Rubin records give off an unmistakable whiff of cheese. It feels peevish to find fault in albums that contain indelible performances by one of the 20th century's singular troubadours. But if it's possible for music to be both great art and shameless kitsch, look no further.

For starters, check out the album covers: a series of stark black-and-white photos capturing the singer in mythic poses—in a black cape on the edge of a wind-whipped field of grain; framed by a weather-beaten wooden fence; nearly swallowed up by shadows—beneath the giant lettering "CASH." The critic Paul Evans once called Sinatra's late-period albums "embarrassing Ol'-Blue-Eyes-Is-God stuff," and a similar spirit is at work here. In a 2004 NPR interview, Rubin confessed, "I don't know that it was so much [Cash's] music, per se, that drew me to him. It was more his overall persona … [he was] rebellious, honest, divided. There was clearly a side of him that was spiritual and religious, and there was another side of him that was dark and drug-using—he really lived an extreme life."

In other words, Cash was an icon of authenticity, whose mixture of bad-boy attitude and down-home piety excited a rocker dude's romantic imagination. Rubin's vision of Cash as Ye Olde Goth is evident in the choice of repertoire—he steered the singer toward dark, death-haunted folk songs like "Mary of the Wild Moor" and covers of Danzig and Nine Inch Nails—and in the relentlessly monochrome musical settings. Rubin has always favored minimalism. (Even his hip-hop records are stark.) But the fastidiously unadorned and solemn music on the American Recordings series—bare-bones rock ensembles playing stately tempos, with bass piano notes tolling like church bells over minor chords —seems designed to clobber listeners with the idea that they are in the presence of a Great Man Singing the Truth. We usually associate kitsch in music with the big and blowzy, but the Cash-Rubin records use the opposite musical tactic for emotional manipulative effect. It's schlock austerity.

Not that Cash and Rubin were afraid to indulge in outright tear-jerking. From the tremulous versions of all-time weepers like "Danny Boy" and "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" to Cash's spoken interludes in "We'll Meet Again" and the new album's "A Legend in My Time" (which packs an extra "My Way"-style self-mythologizing wallop), the American Recordings albums include some of the most purple musical moments this side of Mantovani. Cash's emotional forthrightness was a refreshing change from irony-choked popular culture. Still, sometimes too much is too much. Many a pop balladeer has been raked over the coals for lesser sins than Cash's corn-pone recitation of the Old West poem "A Cowboy's Lament."

The most celebrated product of the Cash-Rubin partnership was the cover of Nine Inch Nail's "Hurt," and the resulting Mark Romanek-directed video was nominated for Video of the Year in 2003. But that video is the prime example of the occasionally dodgy taste that surrounded the rebirth of Cash. Trent Reznor's song was an ambiguous ballad about masochism; Cash reportedly interpreted it as a drug-addict's confession. But the Romanek video turns the song into ghoulish hagiography, interspersing file footage from Cash's younger years with lingering shots of the present-day singer, looking very old and unwell—an unseemly mix of reverence (Johnny is God) and exploitation (Johnny's Gonna Die Soon).

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