Showing posts with label John Prine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Prine. Show all posts

12.08.2008

Prime Prine at the Wellmont in Montclair

Folk singer John Prine rocked the house with nearly forty years worth of songs Friday night at the recently renovated Wellmont Theatre in Montclair, N.J.






Well-known for talking between songs about the songs, the narrative was kept to a minimun at the show, however, his story about his father driving the scenic route to their vacations gives a new slant to "Bottomless Lake".

Prine sang for more than 90 minutes to the devoted crowd, showing the 60-plus year-old singer has the stamina of a much, much younger man. Of course, we could have listened to him sing every song he ever wrote through to a blue Monday and still not had enough.


John Prine at the Wellmont Theatrer, Montclair, N.J. Dec. 5, 2008, Copyright © 2008 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.



There were the old favorites, including "Donald and Lydia," "Storm Windows" and "Picture Show" as well as his favorites, "Sam Stone," "Lake Marie" and "Six O'Clock News" as well as our favorite "Hello in There."

Heck, he even gave a shout out to our 4th row (Row C, go figure) which was as far back into the audience as he could see in the dark. But you know, he could hear all the applause from as far back as the last row in the house!


And, it rocked along with his version of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus."


You go, John.

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The opening act held our interest. Singer-song writer Chip Taylor took it slow and easy and pleasant enough ... however he surprised us with a rendition of his 60s hit Angel of the Morning, and later with another really big hit of his, that song Wild Thing.
Montclair Gets Its Own Rock House
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4.21.2008

Hello In There

This is a sad sweet song by John Prine. I love it to death.



One essay in A Father's Place, An Eclectic Collection shares this title.

Hello in There

Comes a time in life when we pass our prime. The kids grow up. We grow old. The kids have kids of their own, and they all have less time for us.

We suddenly have enough time for our spouse, who may not be around after waiting so patiently for our time. And when we have finally got all the time in the world, there is no one with whom to share it.

Our prime is the most active, thriving, successful stage of life. And long ago, when we were children and the concept of the prime of our lives was as hard to grasp as understanding the planets we could not even see beyond the stars.

Back then, we were told that our time in heaven would be so much like the prime of our lives. That was something that al¬though we could not understand, we took it on faith.

We had faith that we would live long, happy lives and would enjoy our prime before it fleeted away with our youth. And we watched carefully, when we had time, for our prime to arrive so that we could savor every moment.

In the meantime, our lives came and went, our children laughed and cried, were married, had children of their own, and finally, waited for their prime to come so they could savor its rich, delicate joy....



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