Update on Dates...
All shows have been cancelled due to Covid 19. I was supremely excited to be playing 4/17 @ The Crimson Moon, as it was the first day of our cities "Bear on the Square" Festival. Spring was filled with some cool gigs, and the first two BFranckProductions (house concert/food/charity events) were cancelled, and rescheduled for who knows when. Such an odd, beautiful, blessed time, but, it is a challenge some days to keep that perspective. And in the middle of me lamenting what I was losing, the world lost John Prine. Suddenly the loss of a few gigs, and a you have nothing to do schedule, didn't mean so much.
I used to sing his songs, love his lyrics, and ponder the songwriting technique of this man that seemed more like an uncle than someone I would never meet. His songs made me feel I knew him. His mind crafted common sense, and satirical banter into music that makes up the fabric of life. He told stories I wanted to hear. He told off people who deserved it. He called on the human in each of us to cut the bullshit, and call a spade a spade. I've used his songs to teach songwriting workshops, learning new things about each song with every listen. I think I've sung "Angel from Montgomery" more than "Happy Birthday". I remember learning to play "Samstone" and thinking of John Prine serving in the military saving lives through his words. My son was born to "Spanish Pipedream". "Hello in There" plays in my head daily, and remains in my humble opinion the most introspective empathetic song ever written.
I finally saw him at the Ryman a few years ago when he was touring to promote his last album. "Lake Marie" from the album, Lost Dogs & Mixed Blessings, became my new obsession.
He was truth, or a song crafting story telling solider of it. Thank you for the music Mr. Prine.