![]() Charles Goodlett, of Zionsville, Ind., captures the sense of helplessness and grief so many of us are feeling as Covid-19 strikes our friends and our heroes. If you would like to submit a posting for Clearing the Fog, contact us here. We heard last night that John Prine succumbed to COVID-19 in Nashville, having been critically ill for at least a week. It shocked and saddened me and elicited a melancholic reflection back 50 years, reminding me how much his music, especially his first album in 1970, infused my entry into young adulthood. When I was a senior in high school and just coming of age in the tumultuous era of Vietnam War protests, culture wars, Nixon, drugs, and the shock of assassinations, riots, Kent State, and paranoia, this album shed resonating light on the hardships of everyday people with humor, irony, and grit. “Sam Stone” is a gut punch about the consequences of Vietnam combat, heroin addiction, and PTSD. The carefree pleasure of getting high and “just trying to have me some fun” was the theme of “Illegal Smile.” “Spanish Pipedream” described a deserting soldier's escapist dream. “Hello in There” offered an unforgettable immersion into the loneliness of growing old. And, of course, who can forget the mocking sarcasm directed at hypocritical Christian patriotism in the chorus of the song whose title is its first line: But your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore They’re already overcrowded from your dirty little war Now Jesus don’t like killin’, no matter what the reason’s for And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore "Six O’clock News" reminds us of the life story behind the shocking destruction of a young man. And then there's the anthem for all rebellious Kentuckians (and a rage against Mr. Peabody’s corporate environmental destruction well before anyone ever mentioned global warming), a favorite of so many, “Paradise”: The coal company came with the world’s largest shovel And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man Chorus So Daddy, won’t ya take me back to Muhlenberg County, Down by the Green River, where Paradise lay. I’m sorry my son, but your too late in asking, Mr. Peabody’s coal train done hauled it away. Listen to my 6-minute tribute, featuring one of Prine's most frequently performed songs, “Angel from Montgomery.” Prine was a singer-songwriter with a legendary cult following who served up folk tales of biting humor—all told in stories about people, the truth unvarnished with searing insights and hilarious wit. He captured life’s humor and made it more interesting and fun for all of us. Perhaps the most hilariously ironic statement of independence in all of folk/rock is the first verse of “Sweet Revenge” from his album of the same name: I got kicked off of Noah's Ark I turn my cheek to unkind remarks There was two of everything But one of me And when the rains came tumbling down I held my breath and I stood my ground And I watched that ship go sailing Out to sea John, we are all mourning your death while poignantly celebrating your life by singing along with you one more time, with a tearful twinkle in our eyes. Benediction[offered by Sallie Showalter] In late March, soon after the news broke of John Prine's diagnosis, my friend Peter Berres of Lexington, Ky., eloquent and sage writer about the Vietnam conflict, sent me a Prine performance of "Hello in There." In Berres' words: "Forty-five years of bringing, at least, a tear to my eye each and every time I listened (hundreds to thousands?). This seems like one of the most poignant performances, in my mind. I suppose it may have something to do with our times and situation. Been watching this daily for several weeks. Now, with news of his diagnosis, watching has transformed into treasuring this performance, this song, this man..."
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Robert Mcwilliams
4/8/2020 09:05:11 pm
Beautifully written Sallie. Peter’s words were as well. Losing JP is like losing a family member. His words have been part of my life as not a month would go by that I didn’t sit down and listen to some of his songs, often singing along.
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Sallie Showalter
4/8/2020 09:32:11 pm
All credit for this tribute goes to my cousin Charley Goodlett--and to Peter Berres. Thank you, fellas, for giving Mr. Prine the send-off he deserved.
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Charley Goodlett
4/12/2020 05:55:34 pm
My "walk of remembrance" around the village today gave me time to reflect on those--known and unknown--who have died from COVID-19, and included 45 minutes of listening, once again, to John's eponymous album through the earbuds of my iPhone.
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