Great man, great song.
So long, John.
See you again,
A little further down the road.
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Saturday ReviewStrange Daze
From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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I will miss him very much. In times of trouble, or just plain old sadness his music was always there for me. I will forever hold in my heart memories of a wonderful evening aboard the riverboat President listening to John and Steve Goodman.
Spent many an hour learning and playing John Prine songs with my old college roommate who grew up in Chicago and was an early fan. Wonderful, evocative songs… Thanks very much, John. See you down the road…
https://youtu.be/nXbEFTv9zr0
First heard of John Prine in 1974 and marveled at the tenderness and winking good humor in his songwriting. To this day my favorite of his to pick and croak out remains “Angel From Montgomery.”
“The years just flow by like a broken-down dam”: Requiescat in pace, John Prine
The only time I’ve ever teared up at a concert was about 15 years ago hearing John Prine sing Sam Stone. I find Bob Dylan incomprehensible but Prine’s writing was spare, elegant, and meaningful. And damned funny at times. What a loss, what a blessing.
He lived long enough to *become* the old man narrating that song. But unlike that tragic figure, John Prine was well-loved and -respected, as we’re seeing now with the accolades for his work coming from across the cultural spectrum.
Rest in peace, John. Thanks for your brilliant, heartfelt music.
I discovered John when I was young Seaman Recruit in 1970 or ‘71 and he was like peas and carrots for me. I played and sang several of his tunes through the Navy and college and later I was fortunate to find a friend that loved him too and between us we prob knew and played 30 of his songs.
My work sucked up a lot of my time and I switched my focus for a number of years to seriously study classical guitar but memorizing classical pieces takes a lot of time and focus and it is not nearly as fun as grabbing a steel string and kicking off a Prine or a Lightfoot tune.
John has blessed us with some funny and thought provoking songs that people will remember for a long time and we are blessed for having lived in his time. Thanks for everything, Johnny!!
So much, for so long. “Fair and Square” is my favorite album (and “In Spite of Ourselves” shows how well he did with other folks’ stuff). “Lake Marie”, “I Hate It When That Happens To Me”, “Paradise” — the list is endless. A large soul; I’ve been saddened for years that he didn’t get a Kennedy Center honor: he was an American treasure.
What an ending!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Exr-DOWJ3A0
A bit prophetic, wot?
“Well, who’s gonna take your garbage out
When I’ve packed my bags and gone?”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qFLzyuo6FA
“Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols but empty pop bottles was all we would kill”.So many lines from so many songs for so many years. Godspeed John.
“Far From Me” would be my favorite Prine song and it haunts me still. I was there once, long ago, when “A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew” …
I could not help but think that John would want this song sung at his funeral. I know I immediately started mouthing the words it when I read that he had died the other day.
Please Don’t Bury Me
Woke up this morning
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen
And died
And oh, what a feeling!
When my soul
Went through the ceiling
And on up into heaven, I did ride
When I got there, they did say
“John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head”
And all the angels say
“Just before you passed away
That these were the very last words
That you said”
“Please don’t bury me
Down in that cold, cold ground
No, I?d rather have ’em cut me up
And pass me all around”
“Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don’t mind the size”
“Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just to get ’em out of here”
“Venus De Milo can have my arms
Look out! I’ve got your nose
Sell my heart to the junk man
And give my love to Rose”
“But please don’t bury me
Down in that cold, cold ground
I?d rather have ’em cut me up
And pass me all around”
“Throw my brain in a hurricane
The blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don’t mind the size, oh man!”
“Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free
And give my knees to the needy
Don’t pull that stuff on me”
“Hand me down my walking cane
It?s a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my ass goodbye”
“But, please don’t bury me
Down in that cold, cold ground
I?d rather have ’em cut me up
And pass me all around”
“Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don’t mind the size, that’s right”
Rest in peace, John Prine.
And this…
https://youtu.be/yYHT-TF4KO4
When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I’ll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin’
Just five miles away from wherever I am
Good bye, dear friend that I never knew. Just the soul that you poured out into your songs.
Pretty good, not bad, I can’t complain…..
Thanks for asking.