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CD Review by Mary-Lynn McEwen JOHNNY CASH American III: Solitary Man Columbia · Sixty-eight-year-old icon struggles with nervous disorder, flares a propane torch that makes cover songs cavort, and kicks death in the crotch with this super-cool Rick Rubin-produced masterpiece. Simple production undresses this eclectic collection of songs the way one lover undresses another before that first delicious penetration. It’s no accident when someone sings something this for-real. Heartless hinds might bash the brash cover of a Petty tune alongside a Nick Cave epic, or a Neil Diamond melody rubbing muzzles with one of Cash’s earlier epics, but Cash himself has pissed on every corner here, and made these songs his territory. Don’t read about it here – just drown in it. 5/5

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