{"id":15761,"date":"2020-06-01T00:11:16","date_gmt":"2020-06-01T07:11:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/?p=15761"},"modified":"2020-05-31T11:08:47","modified_gmt":"2020-05-31T18:08:47","slug":"john-prine-an-appreciation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/john-prine-an-appreciation\/","title":{"rendered":"John Prine: An Appreciation"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"story-images\">\n<div id=\"attachment_15802\" style=\"width: 250px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/?attachment_id=15802\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-15802\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-15802\" class=\"size-large wp-image-15802\" src=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/prine_Mandy-Newham-Cobb-240x308.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"308\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/prine_Mandy-Newham-Cobb-240x308.jpg 240w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/prine_Mandy-Newham-Cobb-160x205.jpg 160w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/prine_Mandy-Newham-Cobb-768x985.jpg 768w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/prine_Mandy-Newham-Cobb.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-15802\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">John Prine. Illustration by Mandy Newham-Cobb.<\/p><\/div>\n<div id=\"attachment_15803\" style=\"width: 250px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/?attachment_id=15803\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-15803\"><img decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-15803\" class=\"size-large wp-image-15803\" src=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/MI0001468248-240x303.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"303\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/MI0001468248-240x303.jpg 240w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/MI0001468248-160x202.jpg 160w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/MI0001468248.jpg 500w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-15803\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Prine in the 1970s.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/?attachment_id=15824\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-15824\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/john_prine_cover_sq-0c28dd84795782b6c0b68509c42831f50d9896ad-240x240.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"240\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-15824\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/john_prine_cover_sq-0c28dd84795782b6c0b68509c42831f50d9896ad-240x240.jpg 240w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/john_prine_cover_sq-0c28dd84795782b6c0b68509c42831f50d9896ad-160x160.jpg 160w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/john_prine_cover_sq-0c28dd84795782b6c0b68509c42831f50d9896ad-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/john_prine_cover_sq-0c28dd84795782b6c0b68509c42831f50d9896ad-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/john_prine_cover_sq-0c28dd84795782b6c0b68509c42831f50d9896ad.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>John Prine was a gentleman songwriter whose love for life shot through his music like light beams. He was the middleman between hope and despair, an ambassador of song who brought comfort and companionship to his legions of fans through the warmth of his voice, a perfect vehicle for the portraits of desperate characters he worked into the hearts and minds of many disenfranchised souls. For 50 years, he entertained, enlightened, humored, and inspired us with tales of old folks, lonely misfits, childhood paradise, and burned-out rodeo queens. He was able to achieve in a five-minute country song what most authors of fiction set out to in a 300-word novel. Like Woody Guthrie, Prine was a timeless journeyman who reported on the human experience with deceptive simplicity. He made us laugh, cry, think and feel deeply, and gave breath to singular singers like Bette Midler (\u201cHello in There\u201d),\u00a0 Bonnie Raitt (\u201cAngel From Montgomery\u201d), Johnny Cash (\u201cParadise\u201d),\u00a0 and George Straight (\u201cI Just Want to Dance With You\u201d), through the power of his words and the unique eccentricities in his mind. He was the embodiment of three chords and the truth.<\/p>\n<p>But Prine\u2019s songwriting alchemy was especially conjured when he delivered a set of solo acoustic songs. \u201cWhen I would be opening for John,\u201d recalls Prine\u2019s longtime friend and brother in song, Chip Taylor (\u201cWild Thing\u201d), \u201cone of my favorite things to do after I finished with my show was to go in the wings and watch him. I\u2019d just listen to those songs. He would do them a little different every night. It was like going to the best kind of church. It did what church is supposed to do, raise your spirit, make you a better person and have reverence for the human spirit. Just sitting there listening to John Prine, I\u2019d be having one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Born and raised in the Maywood, Illinois, Prine came onto the Chicago folk scene as the seventies singer-songwriter movement gained momentum. Artists like Prine, Jackson Browne, and Bruce Springsteen cropped up around the country, all hailed as \u201cthe New Dylan,\u201d as Dylan himself hid out, trying to escape the dubious \u201cvoice of a generation\u201d tag given to him by the public. If anyone ought rightfully lay claim as Dylan\u2019s successor, Prine\u2019s songwriting prowess earned him the honor. But he was so much more. He was a Dylan\u2019s peer, a fact immediately evident to Texas songwriting legend Kris Kristofferson, whom Prine partially credits credits for his early success. Late one evening in 1971, through the friendly persuasion of Steve Goodman, Kristofferson walked into a small Chicago pub to see Prine, who the year before caught the ear of local critic Roger Ebert, who penned a review for the <em>Chicago Sun Times\u00a0<\/em>titled \u201cSinging Mailman Who Delivers a Powerful Message in a Few Words.\u201d Prine was so special, he inspired an oft brutal film critic to write a glowing review of his show. It seems anyone who stumbled onto Prine was immediately drawn in by the eminent magic of this incomparable songwriter. \u201cBy the end of the first line,\u201d Kristofferson later recalled, \u201cwe knew we were hearing something else. It must\u2019ve been like stumbling onto Dylan when he first busted onto the Village scene.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Kristofferson promptly invited Prine to open for him at the Bitter End in New York City. That evening, Dylan producer Jerry Wexler was in attendance. The following day, he signed Prine to Atlantic Records. Prine\u2019s country-tinged self-titled debut vocally hearkens <em>The\u00a0Freewheelin\u2019 Bob Dylan<\/em>, and features some of his most beloved songs,\u00a0 including \u201cAngel From Montgomery,\u201d \u201cHello in There,\u201d \u201cParadise,\u201d and \u201cFar From Me,\u201d a song Prine has said Dylan knew and played for him at Carly Simon\u2019s home in the early seventies. The album also includes Prine\u2019s iconic \u201cSam Stone,\u201d a commentary on the post-traumatic stress and drug addiction prevalent in soldiers who returned from Vietnam. The album made a lasting impact on Dylan, as he revealed Prine as one of his favorite songwriters in a 2009 <em>Huffington Post<\/em> interview. \u201cPrine\u2019s stuff is pure Proustian existentialism,\u201d Dylan noted. \u201cMidwestern mind trips to the nth degree. And he writes beautiful songs. I remember when Kris Kristofferson first brought him on the scene. All that stuff about \u201cSam Stone,\u201d the soldier junky daddy, and \u201cDonald and Lydia,\u201d where people make love from ten miles away. Nobody but Prine could write like that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On more than one occasion, Dylan pointed to the song \u201cLake Marie\u201d from Prine\u2019s 1995 effort,\u00a0<em>Lost Dogs + Mixed Blessings,\u00a0<\/em>as his favorite. While Prine\u2019s catalog is filled with classics, \u201cLake Marie\u201d may just be his greatest. The song feels like an impressionistic painting depicting fragmented memories as Prine throws out a parlor trick, using film noir imagery to tell this story of the lakes and a murder. Then comes and the gut punch\u2014the narrator\u2019s grief over the death of his relationship brings the song to its climatic finish. Twenty years ago Prine began using the song to close his show complete with <em>Rocky Horror Picture Show<\/em>-style participation from his devout audience.<\/p>\n<p><iframe src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/9sWCZZP6GCo\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>But if his songs often featured tragic characters and stories, he didn\u2019t stay on the same sad note for long. He was often funny. Absurdly so. During the weed-strewn days of the of the seventies, another track off his eponymous debut, the opener, \u201cIllegal Smile,\u201d was adopted as the pot smokers anthem, even though Prine denied its link to the drug. But the song was an immediate introduction to his dark humor that extended to songs like \u201cDear Abby,\u201d from his 1973 classic, <em>Sweet Revenge.\u00a0<\/em>Prine wrote the tune while in Rome, unable to find English newspapers except for one that included the famous advice column. The result is a hilarious piece of small-town news that only Prine could write<em>. Sweet Revenge<\/em> also features Prine\u2019s irreverent take on death on \u201cPlease Don\u2019t Bury Me,\u201d one that soars to cartoonish heights and could be a worthy\u00a0<em>Saturday Night Live<\/em> skit. Prine opens the song with the disarming line, \u201cWoke up this morning, put on my slippers, walked in the kitchen and died.\u201d It\u2019s like having the floor fall from under you in an amusement park spin ride. And then there\u2019s the Cold War-inspired tune, \u201cSpace Monkey,\u201d a satirical nostalgic odyssey he wrote in his kitchen with Peter Case. It&#8217;s perfect example of his absurdist humor.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMe and Peter were gonna write this three-chord love song,\u201d Prine says on his 1997 album\u00a0<em>Live on Tour<\/em>. \u201cAnd instead, we wrote this song about a monkey that the Russians put into space in the fifties. And they forgot about him and he didn\u2019t come down until the nineties when there wasn\u2019t any Soviet Union left. So, after twirling around for all those years at the very least he was expecting maybe a parade when he got home. Needless to say, he was disappointed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On \u201cJesus, the Missing Years,\u201d from his 1991 Grammy-winning album <em>The Missing Years,<\/em> Prine takes his humor to religion, looking into a messianic mirror and seeing himself, in this cloaked, epic autobiographical tale, the savior of the song discovers the Beatles, plays with the Stones, and even opens up a show for old George Jones.\u00a0 Now, all of this turns out to be one great big cartoon with a tragic foreshadowing. Like many of his songs, if there is a smile or chuckle, there may be a tear beneath the laughter. It is this multi-level of meaning that runs through most of Prine\u2019s tongue-in-cheek songs that establish his iconic brand.<\/p>\n<p>When Prine passed away on April 7, 2020, from COVID-19 complications, it came as a shock to the music community. He was 73 years old, but still hitting his stride. A two-time cancer survivor, Prine was working on an autobiography and writing songs for the follow-up to his 2018 highly celebrated effort, <em>Tree of Forgiveness,\u00a0<\/em>his best-selling album to date. It reached number five on the billboard charts and earned him the 2019 Americana Music Award for Best Album. And, earlier this year, Prine was finally bestowed with a Lifetime Achievement Award in Songwriting at the 2020 Grammys. He didn\u2019t seem destined to leave this earthly world anytime soon, but rather ready to go the distance. He did not appear to have one foot in heaven. But, as the song he wrote many decades ago said, \u201cHe was in heaven before he died.\u201d\u00a0 He was.<\/p>\n<p>Ironically, Prine\u2019s final days found him on a European tour playing Paris for the first time in his career. According to <em>Rolling Stone<\/em> magazine, his last time on stage was on February 13, 2020, at the 500-seat capacity Caf\u00e9 de La Danse in the heart of Paris. Prior to going on stage, pain caused him to sit down during the show. Later he would find it was because of a collapsed hip. Still the sold-out show went on and Prine delivered a magical set that left the Parisians wanting more.<\/p>\n<p>Following his return to Nashville and a successful surgery, the recovery prognosis and a return to performing looked good. However, it was not to be. John Prine had completed his earthly journey. It was as if he said in the words of \u201cLake Marie,\u201d his closing song, \u201cwe gotta go now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>After 50 years, the stages where Prine brought his rich, full portraits of life in song with all their humor, pain, and glory will now be empty. We won\u2019t see him coming through our towns anymore, nor will we see the likes of him again.<\/p>\n<p>The end came faster than we wanted or expected, but John Prine created a legacy that will carry on through this tragedy and the crisis of the day. His life was complete with his art, his family and friends. He was a force who changed the American landscape for the better. He was respected by his peers and young songwriters like Jason Isbell, the Avett Brothers, Kacey Musgraves,\u00a0Hayes Carll, Brandi Carlisle, Sturgill Simpson, and Tyler Childers, all of whom celebrated him abundantly for years before his passing. He went out on top and full of love.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, in true Prine fashion, he gifted us with a perfectly quirky gospel finish to his life that wouldn\u2019t allow for too much sadness in the wake of all this tragedy. \u201cTree of Forgiveness,\u201d he fittingly closes out his final album with a satirical, heart-on-his-lapel vision of the day he arrives in Heaven, where he opens a nightclub called Tree of Forgiveness and forgives everyone who ever did him harm, leaving fans with the comforting idea that he\u00a0truly is living out his absurdist vision of a celestial utopia. If so, at this moment, Prine may be drinking a vodka and ginger ale and smoking a cigarette that\u2019s nine-miles-long. I know he must be writing a song with Paradise waiting a half mile away from wherever he is.<\/p>\n<div id=\"post-10095\" class=\"post-10095 post type-post status-publish format-standard has-post-thumbnail hentry category-featured category-features\">\n<div class=\"entry\">\n<p><iframe src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/l0EiV423j0M\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div class=\"abh_box abh_box_down abh_box_business\">\n<div class=\"abh_tab_content\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div id=\"socialicons\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>John Prine was a gentleman songwriter whose love for life shot through his music like light beams. 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