Remembering one of America’s most influential songwriters John Prine, who died this week after contracting coronavirus
over 5 years in The sun
“THERE’S a hole in Daddy’s arm where all the money goes,” sang John Prine in his Mid-Western drawl. “Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.” The song, Sam Stone, was typical Prine, a crushing, fearless indictment of war. It was about a Vietnam vet, back home and unable to cope, suffering from PTSD and using […]