My first real exposure to John Prine was random and chance, one of those moments that floats into the periphery and either you see it or you don't. It was also lacking in the context that would make me appreciate it all the more later on.I was home from college my freshman year and was up late as usual, alone in a quiet house watching random things on television. I was partial to the music shows on PBS, especially Sessions at West 54th, a show I'd caught a few times before. It was on . . .
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