When I was a teenager, our family had this place we would go for the summers. There were other kids there to hang out with, but not a lot.
There were these brothers, Rich and Steve, and they were… not nice. Like marching in Charleston not nice. I would hang out with them because there wasn’t really anyone else to kill time with and it was better than hanging around home. They had a copy of this record, and that was my introduction to John Prine.
I remember listening to songs like Grandpa Was A Carpenter and wondering how in the hell these two asshole brothers identified with him? They did not get what this guy was all about. I’m glad I did.