I just came across this version of one of greatest songs created in this contradictory nation:
It’s a lovely, wholly earned tribute to a man whose music y’all know I revere (as many of you do too, of course). And Bonnie Raitt owns any mix in which she appears.
If you’d prefer your music from the source, here’s the man himself telling stories and singing the same piece.
And why is this only sort of a respite?
Partly because the soulless destruction that Prine sang about is the official platform of the currently ruling party in these barely United States…
But really because the election that could change that is not a slam dunk despite the fact that the party in charge, and its grotesquely unfit grifter in chief have so thoroughly failed in the face of a crisis that has left close to 300,00 dead*—including the hero of this post, John Prine, taken from us too soon.
Let’s wash that bitter memory out of our mouth with John’s help, with a song that was on point when he wrote it, and sadly, is a bespoke fit for the flag humping monsters to be evicted two weeks hence:
This thread. It is open.
*That’s the tally with excess deaths figured in. Current confirmed deaths are running “only” around 220,000.