Fame Slaves

I first read Johnny Cash’s autobiography over 10 years ago. Since that time the one thing that stuck with me was his description of fame. As I’m rereading the book this struck me anew:

Writing about a day of interviews and press in San Francisco he says, “I kept looking out the window, wondering how the air smelled, how the breeze felt, how good it would be if I could just walk down the street. Wage slaves get boxed up in offices and factories and workshops, away from their loved ones. Fame slaves like me get boxed up in hotels and studios and limousines, away from strangers.” (pgs 74-75, mass-market paperback)

Is this the life we want?


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