John Prine: C or D? (plus RFI: new album)

(that's Joan Baez btw)

Really hopes he pulls through OK. He's got some seriously underlying health issues. Didn't his wife test positive, too?

Some better news:

I have recovered from Covid-19. We are humbled by the outpouring of love for me and John and our precious family. He is stabile. Please continue to send your amazing Love and prayers. Sing his songs. Stay home and wash hands. John loves you. I love you

— Fiona Whelan Prine (@FionaPrine) March 30, 2020

Yeah, but follow-up: Country music legend John Prine is not improving, his wife Fiona Prine said on Monday. In a previous update on the singer's health, Fiona said Prine is in "stable" condition, which she noted was not the same as improving. Fiona tested positive for the coronavirus last week and has since recovered, but Prine was hospitalized after he began showing symptoms of COVID-19.
from https://popculture.com/country-music/2020/03/30/john-prine-wife-fiona-clarifies-not-improving-stable-condition-update/

Well shit.

Super sad about this, though obviously it was telegraphed by the last week or so. I'm glad I got to see him at Bonnaroo last year, it was a lovely show. The whole mostly very young crowd just adored him.

R.I.P. to a for real American poet and all that.

fuck this shit

FUCK.

This is fucking brutal.

goddamn it all to fuck

When I woke up this mornin'
Things were lookin' bad

and now it's worse

Oh God, this is the worst.

RIP

I have all kinds of things I want to say about him and how much he means to me, but I'm too gutted by this to write anything right now.

i dont know if it was this or some other or no other thread but i thought id posted before, maybe not

the first guitar i ever picked up (found it under the stairs in a saturday morning foray through wondrously exciting boxes of radio and camera and other such mysteriously adult equipmentwas, according to herself, given to my mother by some fella called john prime after he'd played at a london venue she worked in before we were born.

john prime was nothing to me, and seeing as i was oh say seven or eight it never really occurred to me to ask then why a fella would give a pretty young barmaid a guitar in any circumstances.

some cousin or other got the guitar at some stage, years before i ever picked one up to learn to actually do anything with it.

the name always stuck with me tho. john prime. never heard of him but thats a good name.

she was gone before i ever really heard of him again, before that kristofferson live version of hello in there got under my skin, before bonnie raitt lamented her cowboy, before i ever had reason to look up some singer dude who played london once in the seventies who mum seemed very impressed by having met.

maybe id have asked her morr about how he came to give her that guitar. maybe not.

we'll never know now.

Prine & Withers in the same week is too fucking much.

My dad was always playing the hay bale album and Common Sense in his truck when I was little. I remember the music itself basically doing nothing for me, but the lyrics had me interested. When I was 13 I lifted the "leaning on a horsehead cane" line from "Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard" and put it into one of my own dumb band's songs.

And by the way, speaking of Hare Krishnas, I don't get why they chant "Hare Krishna" when "Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard" is so much better and probably so much more pleasing to Krishna, too.

Yeah, two of the all time greats lost within a week.

Passed up a chance to see Prine only a year ago due to time/money constraints, but still kicking myself hard now.

RIP.

jamming Sweet Revenge and getting drunk, what a talent

my favorite of his

He released no terrible albums

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I have the s/t and SW on LP, will blast both tonight.

errr SR

Jesus fuck, Adam Schlesinger, Bill Withers, Hal Willner and now JOHN PRINE, and three of them because of that shitty virus. Goddammit.

i feel like between Charles Portis & John Prine we have lost some true magic

i came to him very late, within the last year or so & saw him live for the first time just last year... god what a gift he gave us

My dad used love to to sing & play “Please Don’t Bury Me” to us as little kids, only in hindsight did I realize it’s kind of a weird tune to sing to your kids, but we turned out fine I guess. Glad I finally got to take my pop to see Prine last year. That tour seemed like a victory lap, I’m glad he got to get out like that again, he was clearly having the time of his life playing those shows.

i’m so sad

I came to him via “angel from Montgomery” via Dave Matthews via a college friend
Rip

I never got to see him in person either, despite having chances.

A neat thing about said chances though was that when he got cancer, he was treated at the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. After he recovered, every time he came through town, he donated the proceeds from those shows to back to them.

Michael Hurley better be staying the fuck home, that's all I gotta say rn

Sorry to hear you’re going through this Alex. As a two time cancer survivor I want you to know that I’m rootin’ for you. I watch Jeopardy twice a day & I look forward to seeing you on there for many years to come. Against all odds you’re the big door prize. Your friend John Prine

A Message from Alex Trebek: pic.twitter.com/LbxcIyeTCF

— Jeopardy! (@Jeopardy) March 6, 2019

"Lonesome Friend of Science" (what a title!) is as sharp as anything in the last thirty years.

"Knockin' on Your Screen Door" is so beautiful, such a perfect balance of funny and bittersweet. "I can see your back porch, if I close my eyes now/ I can hear the train tracks, through the laundry on the line."

And I've always thought "No Ordinary Blue" was oddly overlooked; it's one of the best songs about depression I know.

She said,
"What were you thinkin?"
"Just a-wonderin',
is it something that I did?"
I said, "It's nothing,
just something
I picked up as a kid."

The Tree of Forgiveness is as good as anything he’s ever done, and one of my favorite albums of the last decade.

aw

Egg & Daughter Night feels like a much older song

"Lonesome Friend of Science" (what a title!) is as sharp as anything in the last thirty years.

Yeah, love that one. "I don't live here anyway."

I sent that song to my dad the first time I heard it, I knew he'd like it. I was right.

much like with Withers it's uncanny how fully formed and simply impactful his songs were right out the gate, fuck.

RIP

much like with Withers it's uncanny how fully formed and simply impactful his songs were right out the gate, fuck.

― brechtian social distancing (Simon H.), Tuesday, April 7, 2020 11:29 PM

Like Withers, he'd already lived some life before the rest of us heard him.

I can't think of a better metaphorical job for Prine to have had than mailman.

Lots of tears at the house tonight. Tried to sing this a few times .& failed. https://youtu.be/F0t7bBwtwwI

RIP, you funny perfect little man.

I’m playing Lake Marie on repeat.

«Ah baby, we gotta go now».

fucking hell, and bolsonaro and johnson are alive. disgusting.

I've mostly known and loved his songs through famous versions by other singers, mostly female singers, as well as his duets with Iris Dement. To expand on what Simon H said, I think what always struck me about them is their empathy and their literary sense of story, scene, character. The imagery in Angel from Montgomery for instance: The subsiding clapboard house, the disarrayed kitchen. Somehow so detailed in how its depiction between the lines. The torn, faded, rodeo poster still flapping on a telegraph pole, long after it's left town. The voice of the woman in it, worn and hopeful: "just give me one thing, that I can hold on to."

I think what JF says is right, and its why so many songs by lifelong professional musicians leaves me cold. Songs that are only a reflection on the other side of fame. Or worse, about 'fame' or love and heartache shorn of contextual specificity into a platitudes. I think the wit and empathy in prine definitely emanates from living in the world. Its probably just a weakness of mine, a fetishism for the voice of 'experience,' for images of life seen elsewhere and shaped into something resonant. Its why so many of his songs are so funny ("I caught him once, and he was sniffin' my undies"), right? They have the ring of something torn from observation. Sad that voice is gone.

I put on "When I Get to Heaven" this morning, with the bit about vodka and ginger ale and forgiveness

My musical friends and I are participating in a Facebook "quarantine covers" group. When he first got sick, I posted a mandolin cover of "Speed of the Sound of Loneliness" - I'm glad I did it then, because it'll be a while before I feel up to doing a Prine song either online or live.

Also I admire ilx's stubborn perversity in having RIP threads for people who are alive, while confining discussion of a dead artist to a C or D thread

a wish is a fine thing in these hard times

don't know how well known this is but I was amazed to learn that part of his break into the biz was this review by Roger Ebert, who was supposedly compelled to write it after just happening to see him play out one night. On top of how remarkable that story is, it's amazing to read about that first album's worth of classic songs all so fully formed and affecting when he was still working his day job.

https://chicago.suntimes.com/2020/4/7/21199183/john-prine-dead-review-first-roger-ebert-sun-times-1970-fifth-peg

RIP.

saw kristoffersons liner notes from the first album too, a nice heartfelt run through of kris, post-gug himself, being dragged across town to see this guy after the bar hed played was closed and sitting there amidst upturned chairs for two dozen songs

xpost I was coming here to post just that Ebert piece.