Part VII
Johnny Cash always said that the idea for the Mexican trumpets in
“Ring of Fire” came from a dream he had, and there is no reason to question him.
But the seed for the dream was planted during a trip to Mexico in the summer of
1962. June had spent several years of her childhood growing up with the culture
and sounds of Mexico, when the Original Carter Family lived in Texas and
performed on the mega-watt radio stations which operated south of the border,
blasting their signals clear across the continent. It was in a town square
during a festival that she was taken with the tiovivo (merry-go-round) and its
swirling music. That’s how she wrote “Love’s Ring of Fire,” just like the ride,
round and round, surging and roiling, then an interlude before the whorl began
again. It was the story of her life, and this is the context in which Cash first
heard it. It would always stick with him, eventually invading his very dreams.
Don Law and Frank Jones were stunned. They had put everything on the line for
Cash’s Last Stand, and now he was talking about using trumpets. Trumpets! They
tried talking him out of the idea, but Johnny Cash knew exactly what he wanted.
The session was scheduled for early March. But on March 5, 1963 tragedy struck
country music. An airplane carrying Patsy Cline, Cowboy Copas, and Hawshawk
Hawkins crashed outside Nashville, virtually paralyzing the town. June was close
to all of them: Hawkins was married to her friend Jean Shepherd; Copas was a
fellow performer on the Prince Albert segment of the Opry and also an alumnus of
the WNOX Mid-Day Merry-Go-Round in Knoxville, the Carters’ first job after they
left Richmond 15 years before. And Patsy. Of course, June and Patsy were chums,
buddies. Patsy’s leaving the Cash tour created the opening which June took. June
didn’t go to the funeral. She stayed behind and babysat for Patsy’s young
children as their mother was buried. Forty years later, her widower, Charlie
Dick, remembered June with a floral tribute at her own funeral. The circle comes
back around.
The crucial recording session was reset for March 25. But Cash, too, was having
doubts, although of a different kind. This was going to be a revolutionary
recording, and he was not sure his producers really “go it.” But they had gone
to bat for him, big time, and he knew their credibility was at stake. His
solution was unexpected and unconventional, which is to say, completely in
keeping with this project.
Jack Henderson Clement was a year older than Cash, born in Memphis, which is
where the two would meet when Clement joined Sun Records in 1956. Clement wrote
Cash’s biggest Sun hits, “Ballad of Teenage Queen,” and “Guess Things Happened
That Way.” Problem was, Cash despised those songs. It could be said that
Clement, with his anathematic (to Cash) production, helped chase Cash from Sun.
In fact, in a fit of pique, Cash signed with Columbia just days after being
required to record “Guess Things,” and everything he had recorded since then was
anti-Sun. But it was also true that “Guess Things” was his first #1 song (yes,
“I Walk the Line” only reached #2), and it had been a long time since Cash had
had a pop hit like that—in fact, he hadn’t had a pop hit like that at all since
then. So when he considered who to get to help him with his off-beat,
off-the-wall, out of left-field,
swing-for-the-fences-or-strikeout-valiantly-while-trying idea, there was only
one person: he called from California down to Beaumont, Texas and brought forth
the former Arthur Murray dance instructor cum renegade. But even Clement thought
he was nuts.
It was inspired casting. Careful not to disrespect the venerable Don Law (who
would get official credit for producing), Clement assembled the very best
session players to accompany the Tennessee Three and the Carters. Pianist Bill
Purcell was A-Team. He had played with the Nashville Symphony Orchestra and with
Patsy Cline, and his instrumental “Our Winter Love” was actually in the Top 10
on the pop charts when he walked into the studio that day. (In 1969 he would
play on Dylan’s “Self Portrait” sessions, including on Dylan’s recording of
“Ring of Fire.” Today, he is an associate professor of music at Belmont
University.) Bill McElhiney (who just died in 2002) was the trumpet player of
choice in Nashville. He had worked with Patsy, too, and with Floyd Cramer, Jim
Reeves, Hank Snow, Brenda Lee, Connie Francis, Danny Davis and even Perry Como.
He was Clement’s first call when Cash told him he heard trumpets. (Later,
McElhiney would be the trumpet you hear on Ray Charles’ “Seven Spanish Angels.”)
Karl Garvin was McElhiney’s cohort, and was one of the most respected musicians
in town. Although he, too, was part of the cadre of top-tier players who
produced the Nashville Sound, he himself actually preferred jazz, and would
later make (another) name for himself doing jazz recordings.
The atmosphere in the studio that afternoon was electric. Columbia had allocated
one day, and this was it. There were no more sessions scheduled; it had all come
down to this. The artists huddled in small groups, each working on their parts
in this complex, unusual arrangement. Although the ledger sheets would say that
it only took a few hours, it was actually longer. But what came out of
Columbia’s Studio A on Music Row that Monday afternoon would reverberate much,
much longer. And it was nothing like June or Anita had sung it; it surely
reflected how Johnny Cash felt it. Anita’s original, folk version (which had
been released just the previous month) spoke of an almost sweet pain. Her
descent into the fire was incremental; in fact she took more steps to get there:
in her version, she goes “down, down, down, down into the deepest mire.”
Likewise, as it “burns, burns, burns, burns,” she is almost reflective,
pleading. In contrast, Cash’s ring is ominous; it doesn’t merely draw you in, it
forces. No baby steps, him. He goes “down, down, down and the flames went
higher.” He falls with full force, provoking an even more intense reaction.
Nothing like the real thing to clarify the issue. And when he booms out, “It
burns, burns, burns,” it is no mere singe; it takes the breath away. Kilgore may
have advised June to put something about a “child” in that second verse, but
this was no puppy-love. It was take-no-prisoners.
The year before, people were “running around the room, bouncing off the walls,”
when they first heard what June had written. And, as Cash, Clement, Carter and
crew left for dinner, everyone felt the same: something momentous had occurred.
Columbia rushed the record onto its production schedule, releasing it in less
than month. By June, it was Number One, where it would stay for almost two
months, reaching the Top 20 on the pop charts as well. The song became so
identified with Cash that Anita Carter would rarely ever sing it solo again; it
would be more than three decades before June would step forward and tell of its
intensely personal beginnings. But Cash would always associate his most
audacious success with the woman who wrote it about him, and because of that,
his entire life would never be the same. Out in California, Vivian Liberto Cash
had been waiting for her husband to come to his senses and come home. After
“Ring of Fire” she knew that was never going to happen.
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