Johnny Cash's Autobiography has found its way into my hands during my last few visits to Barnes and Noble. He is quite the writer, telling his story with the same honesty with which he sings..."(its only in the last few years, in fact, that I've learned a couple of new chords). I took the easy way, and to an extent I regret that. Still, though, the way we did it was honest. We played it and sang it the way we felt it, and there's a lot to be said for that." What if an artist's being honest required him to produce awful, distastful music?