This month, I’m jumping into the #APlaceInTheSong challenge from @JukeboxJohnny2. Great songs have that special ability to describe places in a way that makes us feel like we’re right there. Each day, I’ll pick a track that I think accomplishes that feat.
Most music artists tend to have a favorite venue or at least a favorite type of venue to perform in. Jerry Garcia once famously said that only two theaters mattered: The Fillmore and The Capitol. Each venue space carries its own history, aura, and stories. For Johnny Cash, prisons were places where his audiences experienced redemption during some of his most famous concerts – and I wonder if these state penitentiaries allowed Cash to experience an equal amount of redemption himself. At Folsom Prison was Cash’s most renowned album from his four-part prison series, making At San Quentin a bit of an underrated gem.
The title track isn’t one of the more well known songs on his set list by any stretch. But judging from the roars, whistles and applause from the crowd, it was right up there with “Folsom Prison Blues” and “I Walk the Line”. Cash was giving much more than just a great performance. He took a much more empathetic stance, making every syllable in the lyrics an acknowledgement of what these inmates were up against. He made “San Quentin” their song, not his own song. In writing it and going behind prison doors to perform it, Cash leveled the playing field – essentially declaring the inmates as his equals. The song resonated with them so much, he went ahead and played it twice.
“San Quentin, you've been A livin' hell to me. You've blistered me since 1963. I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die. And long ago I stopped askin' why.”