Last week, I was driving along a road which passes through the Verdugo Mountains. It was late afternoon, and golden sunlight was bursting into the car. The girls in the back were - for once - silent, worn out from a group play date. The radio was on and as the next song began, I recognised Johnny Cash's voice. The music was melodic; his voice was haunting.
As I followed the road's gentle bends, I absorbed the song. I didn't want it to end... and as soon as we got home, I hit up the internet to see what song it was.
Somehow, this song had escaped my radar when it was released - but being in my selfish mid-twenties at the time, I didn't have such an appreciation for Johnny Cash.
I sure as hell do now, though, and I present to you, Hurt.
If anyone could do justice to a cover of a Nine Inch Nails song, he was the man.