One Of My Heroes From The 60's And Seventies,

Video created by jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007 on Mar 30, 2020

    John Prine has the virus and is in critical condition.

          I put a solo act together in the 70's before karaoke.

    I sat in a small walk in closet 10 hours a day for 8 months and laid down all the instrumental tracks (acoustic guitar, bass, banjo, electric guitar and percussion) on a 4 track reel to reel tape machine. I'd mix that down to two tracks and add a vocal harmony or two on the two remaining tracks.

          After I mixed a master from the 4 track to the two track, I spliced paper leader tape between the songs and made three master reels I could take on stage. The paper tape gave me a way to select any song I wanted from the tape in the machine because I could hear the difference in sound as it crossed the tape heads when I was fast forwarding or rewinding letting me know when the song I wanted was coming up without looking. I could continue singing and playing while this was going on. (I recorded 80 songs total)

          About every 3rd song in a set, I would sing the lead and play guitar along with the tape.

          I got an agent and went to work in the Los Angles and Orange County clubs.

    When you're doing a live show, you want some fun songs and this guy wrote some fun stuff.

     

    Here's one example

    Please Don't Bury Me

    Woke up this morning
    Put on my slippers
    Walked in the kitchen and died
    And oh what a feeling!
    When my soul
    Went thru the ceiling
    And on up into heaven I did ride
    When I got there they did say
    John, it happened this way
    You slipped upon the floor
    And hit your head
    And all the angels say
    Just before you passed away
    These were the very last words
    That you said:

    Please don't bury me
    Down in that cold cold ground
    No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
    And pass me all around
    Throw my brain in a hurricane
    And the blind can have my eyes
    And the deaf can take both of my ears
    If they don't mind the size

    Give my stomach to Milwaukee
    If they run out of beer
    Put my socks in a cedar box

    Just get "em" out of here
    Venus de Milo can have my arms
    Look out! I've got your nose
    Sell my heart to the junkman
    And give my love to Rose

    Give my feet to the footloose
    Careless, fancy free
    Give my knees to the needy
    Don't pull that stuff on me
    Hand me down my walking cane
    It's a sin to tell a lie
    Send my mouth way down south
    And kiss my ass goodbye

    Please don't bury me
    Down in that cold cold ground
    No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
    And pass me all around
    Throw my brain in a hurricane
    And the blind can have my eyes
    And the deaf can take both of my ears
    If they don't mind the size