JOHN PRINE R.I.P.

When John Prine's first record album came out in 1971, it was on constant rotation in my house because as most folks alive then who heard it experienced, me, my wife Lee, and even our little children, as well as housemates ("commune" or "collective" was the word for group living in DC in the early 1970s) fell in love with his music (especially the lyrics).

My old friend Peter Case put it best on hearing of Prine's passing: "Thank God he lived."