Just before falling asleep I head the news that John Prine passed away. When word came out last week that he was moved to the ICU due to Covid-19, well I feared the worst, was heartbreaking to find out. Then it was reported that he had stabilized and I had hope, he fought and beat cancer, he can fight this, he can make it and write us all some more songs.
Now he's having a Vodka and Ginger ale and smoking a cigarette 9 miles long.
The afterlife is nothing more than a placating fiction that we make up to stave of the fear and anxiety of the end. More to comfort those of us left behind i think.
I don't really know him, I know his songs, and I listen to his stuff quite a bit to be honest, sing along with him, admire the mind that can keep all those words straight and in order and repeat them, to write them. To tell the stories he does on stage.
His projected humility...
The Colbert piece that was posted last week, an unreleased duet, it brought me to tears then, haven't tried to listen to it till now.
It is raining, and at least it isn't snowing, but i still think of this song... back on youtube for a little bit - no actual video performance but the performance is still there:
Life goes on, i'll take the rain today...
heddwch
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