Tim Triplett from Slidell, Louisiana
JOHN PRINE, FEBRUARY 2, 2028
The story I heard was that John Prine’s older
brother taught him three chords and he never
bothered to learn anymore. That’s certainly an
exaggeration but he has arpeggiated those
three chords into a 50 year career. Last night at
the beautiful Orpheum Theater, in downtown
New Orleans, it seemed like it was cold and
rainy outside and I was sitting in my living
room,with a fire, reminiscing with old friends;
those friends were songs from Prine’s 50 year
old catalogue. He started with Aimless Love
then played the meat from Fair and Square.
Then it was back and forth through time for
the rest of the evening.
I tend to get wordy with these things so I want
to, briefly, point out the highlights .
Margo Price was strong and clever as she
opened, backed by her husband. She joined
John later in the show for classics In Spite Of
Ourselves and Unwed Fathers.
Multi musician Fats Kaplin is a new addition to
the band introduced as having come aboard
for the last couple of shows. He played
mandolin, guitars, acoustic and electric, pedal
steel, violin and a button accordion in
deference to the Cajun heritage in the
audience. They played Bruised Orange with
Fats backing on that squeeze box; it was
different, it was nice.
So JP pulled from that aforementioned 50 year
old song list to a point that he seemed he was
going to play them all. He
paused, though, to sing a couple of new
ones from the album due out in a couple of
months. A friend described the song about
Pluto’s humiliation as “Prine ish”. The chorus is
the best part of the song and it is catchy and,
you know, “Prine ish”.
He has, however, written a Grammy contender
with “Summer’s End”. Taken in it’s proper
context, imho, this song is a beautiful plea for a
loved one to “come on home”. As he has done
so many times in those last 50 years, John has
nailed an emotion that we all have, or will
have, encountered in our lives. To ask a loved
one, or be invited by a loved one, to “come on
home”. Thanks again JP, thanks for the soul.