![]() But as luck would have it, he didn’t have much time, and we exchanged a few pleasantries about my store and guitars before he had to leave. Prine my guitar nearly as much as I was hoping to have a simple conversation with him about guitars and music. ![]() I’ll have to give that one some thought.” Immediately, the salesman in me flew out the window, and I was no longer interested in selling Mr. When he was done he stood up, handed it back to me and said, “That’s a nice guitar you’ve got there. Prine was allowing me the privilege of hearing. But I kept my composure and enjoyed the mini concert Mr. He asked to play it and I quickly grabbed that D-28 and handed it right to him, He then sat down and proceeded to fingerpick some of the most heavenly notes imaginable while I, of course, stood there mesmerized listening and trying not to “act like a fan,” which was getting harder to do with each passing second. Now, most people usually walk straight up to the expensive guitars and try themselves to take them off the walls despite all the posted signs indicating otherwise. Once he got to the D-28, he turned around and asked if he could play it. But he looked like he was on a mission (I later found out someone told him to stop by and check out that guitar). After all, the best advice a fellow guitar-business friend ever gave me was, “Don’t act like a fan when you meet your heroes,” so, I tried to act as cool and collected as I could. Of course, I recognized him immediately but didn’t say a word. Prine very unassumingly walked into my music store and made a beeline towards the most expensive guitar I had at that time – a 1957 Martin D-28. Prine was the type of songwriter who could look at any individual or situation and sum it up in 15 seconds or less, dissecting everything about it with the skill and precision of a brain surgeon, throw in a little wit and humor, and then transform it all into a song that would make the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention.įortunately, I had the honor of briefly meeting him once, back in late 2011. He was certainly one of the greatest songwriters to ever live, but unless you knew him and his music, or maybe had the honor to meet him in person, you probably wouldn’t have known that. John Prine‘s very untimely death due to complications from COVID-19. I’ve been giving serious thought about what to post in the wake of Mr. So keep coming back for more (if you want), and remember, “Life is too short to play a lousy guitar!” Beginning with this little piece below, I hope to start changing my perspective for the better. I have a lot to give thanks for, and for some time now I haven’t been doing that. I have my kids, I have great friends, I own my home, and I have a thriving business. Bottom line is this: I’m alive and right now I’m healthy. For me, his death kind of put things in perspective … and I needed that. ![]() But John Prine’s recent death gave me back a bit of the motivation I’ve been sorely lacking. For me, I have to be motivated to write, and for the last couple of years that kind of motivation for me has been hard to come by. Note: I haven’t posted anything in a while, and there have been some personal reasons for it. ![]()
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