Hey, “Lost in the Trees.” We get it. We get it. You’re really cool. You’re a team of anti-establishment-yerba mate-drinking types who play a myriad of unusual instruments in the middle of fields. Good job scoring a ginger for a front man, for crying out loud. We all know that gingers have been on the outs since the dawn of man, which means that they’re about to have their hipster heyday anytime now. Oh and let’s not forget. You’re from NORTH CAROLINA. Cool people from the South are SO unassuming and ironic. What we’re dealing with here is a perfect storm for a hit music factory. I likey.

I’m not sure what I was doing in 1992 that would be considered more important than attempting to get this catastrophe off the air and all evidence of its previous existence totally annihilated. I guess the sixth grade was more distracting than I remember.

I don’t think I’m alone when I say that Taco Bell should burn in hell for this tragically forbidding mark on Cash’s otherwise legitimately cool life. On the bright side if you’re feeling like a total sellout this should ease your pain. There’s nothing you can do that could possibly be worse than poor Johnny selling his soul for a little Taco Bell money.