I loved John Prine’s music when I was in my twenties, when everything was forward and up and I was chasing the future. Until this morning I hadn’t listened to John Prine in twenty-five years.
Things got so sad in the nineties and into the new millennium that listening to Prine would have been masochistic, something akin to mental suicide. His music is lonely and true and as sad as can be. But today I needed to uncover another part of what I am made for.
In order to get at the true part of sad I thought of a song of Prine’s that I loved years ago and describes more today than ever before where many of us are, relative to our gifts, what we’re good at, what we love to do.
The first stanza says
“I am an old woman, named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were lightning, and thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago.”
I’ve decided to uncover, defend, and magnify the gifts I’ve been given.
What about you? There is something you love to do, something you are good at, something you were made for.
What is it?
If you struggle to uncover what that is, listen to “Angel From Montgomery.” You may remember something you haven’t thought of for a long, long time.
Listen here to John Prine and Bonnie Raitt sing “Angel From Montgomery”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1T5NuI6Ai-o