HE DIDN’T WALK IN LIKE A STAR — HE WALKED IN LIKE A MAN WHO’D BEEN BROKEN. They say music can set you free — Johnny Cash proved it behind bars. It was 1968, Folsom Prison. The crowd wasn’t fans; they were men who’d lost everything. And yet, when Johnny stepped up to that mic, black as midnight, guitar hanging low, something shifted. He didn’t smile. Didn’t preach. Just said, “Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.” Then came “Folsom Prison Blues.” That voice — gravel and grace — filled the room like a confession. Every line hit different there, where freedom was just a word. By the end, the inmates were on their feet, pounding tables, shouting like they’d just remembered they were still alive. Johnny didn’t save them. But for three minutes, he understood them — and that was enough.
HE DIDN’T WALK IN LIKE A STAR — HE WALKED IN LIKE A MAN WHO’D BEEN BROKEN. They say music…