RIP. Fuck. Just fuck.
I feared this would happen. 
Shit.
Damn. So upset. Heard it from a guy sitting on his porch as I walked by.
Horrible, if not unexpected news. The music industry lost a giant.
Well, FUCK.
Music lost a songwriting legend to a damn virus.
I’m glad he was still writing & performing until almost the end. John’s wife said they had just returned from a European tour.
John Prine went out doing what he loved.
RIP
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Thanks,** Aceplace57**. I’ve been a mess since I heard he’d died. I didn’t actually know Prine, but I was a very early fan, and I was always so proud he was from the Chicago suburb next to mine. He had a huge influence on me when I was young and unsure of who I was. I’ll try to focus on my gratitude now. Damn, it’s hard, though.
Yeah, to be honest, most of the time I knew of his existence I didn’t expect him to live a lot longer. I’m glad he did the same thing as my grandfather and beat my expectations for more than two decades.
Thankya, Mr. Prine. You brought me a lot of joy. Still do, as a matter of fact.
Fuck. This all sucks.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Aw, crap.
This one really hurts.
Muther. Fuck! That really sucks. Damnit.
I’m just going to leave this performance with him and Steve Goodman (another one of my local favorites, who we lost way too early), playing “Souvenirs” as a tribute. This performance is just so sweet to me. I hope he and Steve are jammin’ away again now. lifts glass
This one hurts hard.
mmm
I hope he’s smoking that cigarette that’s nine miles long.
My thoughts exactly. Hoping my radio station will play it on my way to work.
A funny, beautiful, empathetic soul and the great lyricist of our time.