I saw him back in 98. I was only 19 but I was raised on his music. I learned that he was performing at the theater a few blocks away from the homeless shelter that I was staying at. I had to to see him. 3 years later he left us. I am very grateful that I got to see him. I own 300+ phonograph records, mostly from my childhood.
John, played for me twice in Guerneville CA (81-82). Despite his fear of flying, he flew in from a gig back east the morning of the show and we helicoptered him in 100 miles from SFO.. No finer gentleman than John H and the greatest opening act for a music festival imaginable. John and my daughter, Sharon, shared the same disease. It got 'em both.
I wore out most of my John Hartford vinyl, especially Mark Twang. I thought of him recently when we crossed the Cumberland river near Nashville. Somewhere he's slumberin on the Cumberland I'm sure
Art Stamper, my father sang this song to me after I left my record in the backseat during one of his concerts. This song just popped into my head because yesterday I just found my father‘s first album that he cut at age 16 with the Stanley Brothers. I guess I better go get that out of my backseat before it gets hot.