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While each song deepens our understanding of committed love, the title track is the album's crown jewel- perhaps one of Prine's greatest songs of all time. Trading verses full of absurdities that are actually trojan horses for tenderness, Prine and Dement are an absolute delight to the ears....
In 2016, for Prine'sFor Better, or Worsealbum, the couple teamed up again for a version of"My Happiness."Both duets are simple, sweet recordings from the lovebirds, who together ran his career for decades.
We look back at 25 of John Prine's greatest songs, from "Angel From Montgomery" to "When I Get to Heaven."
“It was too damned late, and we had an early wake-up ahead of us, and by the time we got there, Old Town was nothing but empty streets and dark windows,” Kristoffersonlater wrote in the liner notes for Prine’s first album. “And the club was closing. But the owner let us come...
I recall being in Chicago for a show and I called Michael to see if we could connect. I told him my musical director Jason Fowler was a big fan of his – placed him in the same ranks asSteve GoodmanandJohn Prine– and would he be able to meet us for a few minutes. He most grac...
Prine released a string of albums in the '70s and '80s, carving out his own unique niche that blended pathos, humor and social commentary. He founded his own record label, Oh Boy Records, in 1984 and continued to release albums and tour into his last years, releasing his final album,The...
Prine released a string of albums in the '70s and '80s, carving out his own unique niche that blended pathos, humor and social commentary. He founded his own record label, Oh Boy Records, in 1984 and continued to release albums and tour into his last years, releasing his final album,The...
Album: Great Days: The John Prine Anthology Disc 2 Year: 1993 C She's got the mind of a child F C And a body peaking over the hill C Well she would if she could D G And she should but nobody will F With her nails painted red ...
My wife grew up with John Prine. Even after her parents divorced, angrily and at length, they would check in when he released a new album. I had barely heard of him, and my mother-in-law, shocked at my ignorance—“aren’t you supposed to be a music critic?”—urgently pressed two...