Sad to say, one of my favorite singer/songwriters died last night from Corona Virus related complications. I’ve hated that dirty rotten disease from the first day I heard of it, and now I have another reason.
John Prine wrote songs that were sometimes funny, sometimes dead serious, sometimes philosophical, sometimes thought-provoking, and sometimes sentimental. Sometimes all those qualities were contained within the same song. He had a way with words, that’s for sure, and many other artists covered his songs and/or were influenced by him. His music could be categorized as folk, or folk-country, or country-western, or country-rock, or probably other genres as well. I’d put him in the category of “alternative-country” (like The Jayhawks, Wilco, Lyle Lovett, Cowboy Junkies, Deer Tick) except that he was alt-country before alt-country was even a thing. And he was as much of an “outlaw” as Waylon and Willie and Johnny but, in my opinion, a lot smarter.
So I rode around on my bike today, just cruising around the neighborhoods of MY town, feeling bad for John Prine’s family and for myself, humming and singing one of my favorite songs of his, and taking some random and not-so-random pictures for this post.
Your flag decal won’t get you into heaven anymore.
I really don’t mind displaying a flag or two, or showing a little patriotism. But you’ve got to draw the line somewhere.