The man came around for the Man in Black. We all knew it was in the mail. Still, it highlights for me the poverty of meaningful popular culture. You look at a figure like Cash and all things current become grey, dry and insubstantial. My generation, like the one before it, seems to thrive on the trivial, a disposable culture, the cult of the new. Would we know a young Johnny Cash if he came up and played in front of our faces? Do we recognize our own authority, responsability and complicitness in the great parade of shadows that carries on for our entertainment? The culture isn't going to change itself, you know.