Tré Burt’s music comes from a working-class background, just like his songwriting hero, John Prine.
Price sings of Iranian arms sales, gentrification, the healthcare crisis, and more that’s not your standard country fare.
Phone calls can produce anxiety. They can also be the best way to reach out to someone who needs a human touch. Take that chance.
Songs during a pandemic for the lonesome. But who knows…you may not be that lonely yet!
The top ten posts – chosen by reader views – from the Saturday Soundtrack series in 2020.
Music is a language that helps us process loss. We have needed that language too often in 2020.
I love a good country or folk duet.
Benefactor moments are instances when we’ve felt seen, heard and recognized by someone who showed us genuine regard and affection.
And now it claims John Prine. Damn. Anyone who ever cared about “a word, after a word, after a word” is grieving today. America lost one of its greatest songwriters to the coronavirus when John Prine died on April 7th at age 73. When I wrote about Prine and his music just a little over three weeks ago, on March 14th — before the world learned he was suffering from the symptoms of COVID-19 — I said it was a good time to recall the work of the man who wrote the classic line, “To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.” Now that he’s gone, we’ll have to be content with what is an amazing body of work by any definition. The origin story could come from a classic Prine song. He was a postman who wrote during his breaks. On a dare from friends (and under the influence of a few beers) he stepped up to an open mic and sang Sam Stone, Hello in There, and Paradise, three …
There is a timeliness and timelessness to the music of John Prine.