This past Saturday my daughter drove us to the wake of a cousin. He was only 65 but had a long illness and suffered a lot. I am not well and could barely walk, stand or kneel at his casket but I had to be there to say goodbye. Today my daughter was driving me home from cardiac rehab. This song, one of my Prine favorites, came on the radio. I had to look away thinking about my cousin and John so she wouldn't see the tears but she knew they were there. She turned the volume up a bit so I could hear the song above the outside noise. We had a long "moment" in silence as we drove home. No words were said nor needed. That's how John Prine touches people's souls.
Sorry about your cousin and good karma to you. I'm 66m and really just started listening to him after he died. I knew Paradise from college but that was about it. I just retired and am finishing a cabin on the lake. However, I will be having both hips replaced this year. It makes you feel old, but I I have a lot of time to catch up on his music and every single song hits home. The man is truly a savior.
So good having an illegal smile thank John you been with me for 25 years and to steal a line "I got no hate. I got no pride i got so much love that i cannot hide". To my fellow songwriters keep writing even if no one hears the songs.
@@eeyuhn8038 Your very welcome i am unknown and I could care less. I write songs because I have a passion for music and let me say this some of the best songs I ever heard are from artists who no ever heard of like Sneaky Pete of East Texas. Best slide and finger style guitarist i ever heard or met.
There's a candle that burns right through the darkness it shines so bright to light my way back home it caught my eye and filled my soul with music it was John Prine and a heart felt melody... I love you John Prine!
Today I walked down the street I use to wander Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get. I bronzed my shoes and hung from a rearview mirror Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get. Today I walked down the street I use to wander Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette Well, there was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get. Today I walked down the street I use to wander Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get. Hey, how lucky can one man get. Hey, how lucky can One . Man. Get.
I was there. My family and I drove down from Michigan for the show. One of the best things we've ever done. God bless you, John, we sure will miss you!
JP once said that something as simple as his fan belt breaking at a hotdog stand could be the difference between a great novel and an insignificant song. That's the thing about John Prine. He makes a simple statements that provoke very deep thoughts. With most highly-educated scholars, it's just the opposite.
@@scruffyp9480 Yeah, some people just age really really well. I was definitely surprised to find out that we're almost the same age; but then I don't look my age either.
John never really seemed to care who was singing with him, as long as they were singing with him. He just wanted to play his music and if someone was playing with him, that was a bonus.
