Music Monday: RIP John Prine

“When I get to Heaven, I’m going to shake God’s hand,

Thank him for more blessings, than one man can stand.”

Our first country music COVID-19-related death came at the end of last month when Joe Diffie died.  Our second came last week when John Prine died.  The two sat at opposite ends of country music.  Diffie had several radio hits during the pinnacle of country radio in the 90s.  Prine was a quintessential singer/songwriter with roots in the folk scene.

Johnny Cash put him in his songwriting Big 4, along with Rodney Crowell, Guy Clark, and Steve Goodman.  He co-write You Never Even Called Me By My Name with Goodman but refused to take a songwriting credit.  He got more attention for writing Angel From Montgomery.

John Prine and Hayes Carll, pic by Eric Frommer

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Music Monday: Side Pony by Lake Street Dive

It’s hard to believe I have quasi-successfully shepherded a tiny human through an entire year of life (well, a year after my wife did all the work for the first nine months of her life).  no-angel is sweet and silly.  Weirdly so, given her people on both sides run more to dour and ornery.  She is a mountain of a baby, tough as nails, and has the strong, careful hands of a skilled tradesbaby.  She is also known to rock a side pony.

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Music Monday: Life Ain’t Fair and the World Is Mean by Sturgill Simpson

We live in a mean, unfair world where sometimes it feels like the most outlaw thing you can do is ask a good woman to marry you and raise a family.

It’s been ten years this month since I met the woman who I join in a mutual pact of honest construction, so we took no-angel to Chicago to show her where her daddy asked her mama to marry him.  (The smoky bar where we met is long gone, sadly.)

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Music Monday: Michigan Hillbilly Music Edition

I can’t afford to buy half the albums I would like to, but when I realized all of October passed without buying any albums, I knew I had to pick up a couple.  I am just one in a long line of hillbillies who headed up those hillbilly highways to the Rust Belt for work.  With snow maybe on the horizon this weekend, I decided to pick up the—damned good—recently released albums by the Michigan Rattlers and Whitey Morgan, from northern Michigan and Flint, respectively, even if those hillbilly highways took them south.

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