jefftweedy

John Prine is immortal

It sounds romantic, in a way, until you really put it together that he's singing to his son who may or may not be out on the streets. It always really touched me—'Come on home, No you don't have to be alone.'

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A Strange Continent

I had hoped, while my kids were still kids, that we'd live in Texas for a year, that they'd know something of my childhood—not just America generally, but something about the neighborhood I grew up in and the space and the year-round warm weather that makes childhood an outdoor sport, and not an indoor one as it is in England from October onward.