I didn’t grow up with much folk music to speak of. Neither of my folks was a big music fan; their idea of a great bit of music was Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. Much of the music that I gravitated to as a teenager wasn’t appreciated, particularly by my dad. He thought Bob Dylan and John Denver both needed nasal operations and he was sure that pretty much every single Simon & Garfunkle song was dirty.
When I moved to the Twin Cities and discovered the Late Great Morning Show, it was like doors opened up into a whole new world. Although I didn’t know much of the music to start with, I loved it all. And, of course, John Prine was in the mix from the beginning and I always loved his down to earth humor. His passing leaves a hole in my life that I doubt can be filled.
This isn’t actually my favorite piece of his, but it seems appropriate today:
Do you have a John Prine favorite??