We had the pleasure of drinking with John Prine in Smyths of Haddington Road, Dublin. He was a friend of Dermot Moynihan who ran a recording studio and they were sitting at the bar, quietly.
Nobody knew who he was, but I did, because being a folk/country singer wasn't in the spotlight. But more than that, he was an unassuming, polite man anyway.
A Chicago mail-man originally, he never lost his wit in looking at the world.
For us, it will always be 'Speed of the Sound of loneliness' (above) covered by Nanci Griffith amongst others. You only have to see what Dylan, Springsteen are saying today of his greatness, on his death from this virus.
And I can tell you he was great that night in Smyths with a gentle laugh. An ordinary man just having a beer with friends. God bless John Prine.
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