Okay, I know I've been absent a while and have had no serious thoughts on politics in weeks. Yes, I've had the flu and I've been out of town on business but I know those aren't serious excuses for missing so much time on the blog...
I return to seriousness today with this little bit of news:
JOHN PRINE, the legendary Kentuckian who wrote the most fun and folky music of the Baby Boomer generation, will be appearing with Leon Redbone at the Louisville Palace on Friday 4/29/05 at 8pm.
For those of you who don't know this legend, he is the Bob Dylan of the folk/country set. John has just about as much singing talent as Dylan and is as good or better a poet! He can paint a picture of the country in Kentucky like no one else. I can't imagine that any other artist has as much fun with the English language as does Prine.
John Prine has always had a special place in my heart after seeing him play live one night (ages ago before fame and fortune befell him) at the Iron Skillet in Bowling Green, Kentucky. Just for fun, I'll provide you with the chorus from one of my personal favorites, "Please Don't Bury Me."
I return to seriousness today with this little bit of news:
JOHN PRINE, the legendary Kentuckian who wrote the most fun and folky music of the Baby Boomer generation, will be appearing with Leon Redbone at the Louisville Palace on Friday 4/29/05 at 8pm.
For those of you who don't know this legend, he is the Bob Dylan of the folk/country set. John has just about as much singing talent as Dylan and is as good or better a poet! He can paint a picture of the country in Kentucky like no one else. I can't imagine that any other artist has as much fun with the English language as does Prine.
John Prine has always had a special place in my heart after seeing him play live one night (ages ago before fame and fortune befell him) at the Iron Skillet in Bowling Green, Kentucky. Just for fun, I'll provide you with the chorus from one of my personal favorites, "Please Don't Bury Me."
Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get "em" out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman
And give my love to Rose
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