While I was growing up, my world was entirely full of classical, baroque, and other “serious” music. I played piano, so that’s what I played. Later, when I knew I’d never be a professional musician, I began to explore the world of pop. The Beatles were the first group that I truly loved. After “A Hard Days Night” (I loved the movie and the score), and “Rubber Soul,” I was a fan. Lifetime.
Eventually, I added many other individuals and groups, and more categories of music. John Prine was a latecomer to my “playlist,” but he remains a favorite. Better known as the writer than the singer, there are a couple of songs that I particularly enjoy and always cheer me when I’m blue. It’s pouring rain right now. I mean, it’s coming down in buckets with thunder rumbling in the background. A good day for music. A bad one for any other plans we might have had.
Not everyone has heard of John Prine, but he wrote a lot of songs that other people sang. He sang them himself on various recordings, most of which I owned on vinyl. Now, many of them are out on CD, so grab them if you can, before they disappear. John Prine sings about life. He always had a sense of humor, too. He wrote great, witty lyrics, and singable melodies. What more do you need? Oh, how about some wit and humor? That works, too.