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Rosanne Cash Can’t Resist: The Ewe Bar

Cashlogo100dUnless you’ve spent the last 50 years cryogenically frozen in deep space, you may have heard of Rosanne Cash‘s father, Johnny Cash. When Rosanne locked in on becoming a successful country singer/songwriter, she had a formidable set of footsteps to follow. But she isn’t one to duck a challenge. Twenty of her singles cracked the top 20 in the country charts from 1979 to 1990, with 11 reaching the number-one spot. Her new album, The List (out next week on EMI/Manhattan), is a terrific reworking of country classics, handpicked from a list of indispensable songs her dad made for her 36 years ago. Having Bruce Springsteen, Elvis Costello, Jeff Tweedy and Rufus Wainwright appear as guest artists on the record is a nice fit. Rosanne will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week long. Read our Q&A with her.

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Cash: The best pub in the world—and this is not an opinion, this is pure fact—is the Ewe Bar in the Fortingall Hotel in Aberfeldy, Scotland. It’s a hike to get to this remote spot in Perthshire, a couple hours from Edinburgh, but once I got there, I didn’t want to leave. The Victorian Fortingall Hotel, in the little arts-and-crafts village of the same name, sits at the base of a gorgeous mountain in the Highlands. The whole area is so crazily beautiful that it seems unreal—it is as if someone painted their perfect idea of a mystical Scotland, and it came to life in Aberfeldy. The pub, like the entire hotel, has paid exquisite attention to the details, and as we all know, that’s where God is. Yes, God Herself resides in this pub. There is a stone fireplace and real crystal glasses and shining wooden benches and the tiniest, most beautiful bar, which gives a new and rare opportunity to redefine the verb “sidle.” I’m a freaking lightweight, so I am embarrassed to say that I drank white wine, but I did enjoy watching the lads in the band and crew, and my new friend Sebastian Thewes, owner of a nearby estate, drink the mighty Scottish whiskey. It was a very satisfying vicarious experience. The experience of being in that pub was, however, not felt at arm’s length. It was one of those nights—and places—that seep into the soul. I am now forever working my way back to Fortingall. And the Ewe Bar.

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