As nearly everyone in the literate music world knows, John Prine died this week from COVID 19 complications. Like me, he was born in 1946 and was 73 years old. Unlike me, he was a giant among Americana/Roots/Folk songwriter-singers. His songs are too numerous to mention here, but many of us who get together to jam always get around to playing some of his songs, from picking the quiet ballad Summer's End with Glenn and the gang to pounding out the scathing commentary of Paradise with Stan and the crew. One that he did not write, but always make me chuckle is Kacey Musgraves' Burn One With John Prine:
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Never heard of either one. Cannot imagine him 'burning one,' but can visualize him drinking a Bud while she smokes a bud.
Nice line about buds! Probably right.
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