i drove from gander , nfld. , to halifax n. s...eating cow ass textured rice crispie squares all the way...i had just attended my brothers funeral...somewhere in the midst of a lowly middle class troll infested forest...there were no rice crispie squares there...just lots of newfoundland fried atomic-horn-dog rum...it was the day i was introduced to john prine...at my brother's motorbike club house..."prine prime" , the album was entitled...years later i would help break his "fair and square " album into the halifax market...i regarded it as "the best album of the year"...mr. prine wrote me back and thanked me...and how humbling it is having correspondence with one of the greatest song writers that ever lived .
if you want to purchase one of his albums...try any of them .
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