Another reminder of what a tough year 2020 is:
John Prine, the raspy-voiced country-folk singer whose ingenious lyrics to songs by turns poignant, angry and comic made him a favorite of Bob Dylan, Kris Kristofferson and others, died on Tuesday in Nashville. He was 73.
The cause was complications of the coronavirus, his family said.
The first Prine song I heard was “Sam Stone”. I hadn’t bought Prine’s first album; the song was on some sampler I came across. I remember playing it as background music, but when the song came on, I stopped what I was doing and replayed it.
Fifty years later, it still packs a lyrical wallop.
Sorry to see you go, man.
By the way, Roger Ebert’s first review for the Chicago Sun-Times wasn’t of a movie. It was for a John Prine show.
Get The Picture 
Thought he was gonna pull through. Damn. Godspeed John.
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You may see me tonight with an illegal smile …..
Another good one gone.
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It don’t cost very much but it lasts a long while.
Just dammitman.
RIP
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I hope he has his cocktail, vodka and ginger ale, and is smoking a cigarette that’s nine miles long.
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Well shit.
“Memories, they can’t be boughten …”
Adios Mr. Prine. It is a pleasure to have shaken your hand.
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Been an avid follower of your blog for years but never commented. Thanks for all your content and especially the link to the Prine review / article. Huge fan and he will be missed.
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Thanks! Don’t be a stranger.
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John fought and beat cancer, but couldn’t beat this virus. I am sad, of course, but my middle daughter in her 40s who had no real idea about him took a client to a performance he gave in NYC about a year or so ago, and she came away a big fan. I’m grateful for that. RIP John.
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This one stings pretty badly. Glad I got to see him one last time on NYE in Nashville.
As I get older, Hello in There just resonates deeper and deeper. How a 22 year old could write such an amazing song about the loneliness of growing old is a mystery to me.
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“All the Best” was my divorce survival song.
“I wish you love – and happiness
I guess I wish – you all the best
I wish you don’t – do like I do
And never fall in love with someone like you
Cause if you fell – just like I did
You’d probably walk around the block like a little kid
But kids don’t know – they can only guess
How hard it is – to wish you happiness”
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Much appreciation, Senator.
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He was a humble giant in my eyes. What an awful loss.
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I hope he doesn’t get buried and just all his parts are passed around. I don’t mind the size of his ears. . .
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i remember hearing “angel from montgomery” on the speakers one morning at little city diner in winterville, ga. i was on my way to work at my construction gig out in olgethorpe county. it was my birthday & off to a good start.
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