Bingo
08-31-2009, 12:40 AM
Wow. I saw this today, hadn't seen it before. It's Johnny Cash covering a 9 Inch Nails song called 'Hurt'.
It was recorded not too long before Cash died. The imagery is stunning in the context of the song and his life and the arrangement of the music is so powerful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clq01TXQR0s
I was reading up on the song and Trent Reznor (of 9" Nails) had this to say which pretty much sums it up:
Reznor said that when Rubin first asked if Cash could cover his song, he was "flattered" but worried that "the idea sounded a bit gimmicky." He became a fan of Cash's version, however, once he saw the music video.
“ I pop the video in, and wow… Tears welling, silence, goose-bumps… Wow. [I felt like] I just lost my girlfriend, because that song isn't mine anymore… It really made me think about how powerful music is as a medium and art form. I wrote some words and music in my bedroom as a way of staying sane, about a bleak and desperate place I was in, totally isolated and alone. [Somehow] that winds up reinterpreted by a music legend from a radically different era/genre and still retains sincerity and meaning — different, but every bit as pure.
It was recorded not too long before Cash died. The imagery is stunning in the context of the song and his life and the arrangement of the music is so powerful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clq01TXQR0s
I was reading up on the song and Trent Reznor (of 9" Nails) had this to say which pretty much sums it up:
Reznor said that when Rubin first asked if Cash could cover his song, he was "flattered" but worried that "the idea sounded a bit gimmicky." He became a fan of Cash's version, however, once he saw the music video.
“ I pop the video in, and wow… Tears welling, silence, goose-bumps… Wow. [I felt like] I just lost my girlfriend, because that song isn't mine anymore… It really made me think about how powerful music is as a medium and art form. I wrote some words and music in my bedroom as a way of staying sane, about a bleak and desperate place I was in, totally isolated and alone. [Somehow] that winds up reinterpreted by a music legend from a radically different era/genre and still retains sincerity and meaning — different, but every bit as pure.