What music are you listening to?

[CaptainLucky]

Saw him live numerous times in at least 2 states, including several times in Alaska.

Milked goats and slopped hogs, etc. on an off-grid homestead farm in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in '76/'77 while listening to him on a Pioneer Super Tuner on a 1950 Ford 8N tractor, or another Super Tuner wired to 12-volt batteries in the barn, and another in the cabin. He was a real kind and endearing person to strangers in all sorts of settings.

His COVID death was one of chivalry; his wife became ill first, and despite risks, he went home with her to take care of her, with little or no protection between them. Then he became ill, and shortly thereafter died. Up until then, COVID seriously concerned my wife and I, and still does, despite changes in many folks' attitudes. But after JP died, I hated COVID for taking someone so precious from us.

I never had the chance to see him live but being from Chicago everyone knows him and Steve Goodman. CL

 

[CaptainLucky]

Never heard of it.

The Hippie School in the Yukon Territory of Canada, in 1978 (?) scored a deal in town on nearly 500 lbs. of tomatoes, and people were making blanched frozen 'maters, ketchup (tomato sauce, for you Ozzies), and other methods of preserving them, and I ended up making some tomato wine. Had no idea until then that there was such a thing. I hold it in esteem only marginally higher than banana wine, which thoughts of the concept of can cause me to not feel very hungry or thirsty anymore.

It’s made from wild grapes that are called Muscadine and the wine is a disgusting shade of brown. They grow in the South during the summer. CL

 

[CaptainLucky]

Johnny rarely did any true hard-rockin' that I ever heard, but this was one he did.

I didn’t even know that he could play like that, he always plays just chords. CL

 

[CaptainLucky]

Saw him live numerous times in at least 2 states, including several times in Alaska.

Milked goats and slopped hogs, etc. on an off-grid homestead farm in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in '76/'77 while listening to him on a Pioneer Super Tuner on a 1950 Ford 8N tractor, or another Super Tuner wired to 12-volt batteries in the barn, and another in the cabin. He was a real kind and endearing person to strangers in all sorts of settings.

His COVID death was one of chivalry; his wife became ill first, and despite risks, he went home with her to take care of her, with little or no protection between them. Then he became ill, and shortly thereafter died. Up until then, COVID seriously concerned my wife and I, and still does, despite changes in many folks' attitudes. But after JP died, I hated COVID for taking someone so precious from us.

His catalog of music is so much unbelievable great work that he should’ve been a bigger star than he was. CL

 

[arsekick]

 

[jokerman]

His catalog of music is so much unbelievable great work that he should’ve been a bigger star than he was. CL

Absolutely an American treasure

 

[CaptainLucky]

Absolutely an American treasure

What’s that song about daddy’s arm where the money goes? Great song. CL

 

[jokerman]

What’s that song about daddy’s arm where the money goes? Great song. CL

One of my favorite of many

 

[CaptainLucky]

One of my favorite of many

I love Jesus the missing years too. CL

 

[ramblinman]

 

[ramblinman]

 

[Dime]

 

[CaptainLucky]

I seen his Sacred Heart tour and sat 10th row. Unbelievable show and singer. R.I.P. RJD. CL

 

[Dime]

 

[pipeline]

 

[moose eater]

What’s that song about daddy’s arm where the money goes? Great song. CL

 

[moose eater]

 

[moose eater]

 

[CaptainLucky]

The best song about the Vietnam War ever written. Always chokes me up and makes my eyes teary. CL

 

[moose eater]

JP was a humanist who wrote lyrics and sang with a twinkle in his eyes, that said that he could grab a perspective or angle of view on life's curve balls in a way that could take circumstances and present them in such a way that a person could find a reason to smile, almost regardless of the moment... or maybe consider an angle of view that aided in finding a reason to cry for another or for one's own predicament that a person hadn't considered before.... and then smiling again about the same circumstance a moment later.

He welcomed strangers back-stage and though I might not know enough to say this, seemed like there was never a moment he rejected people reaching out to him, and him reaching out to them.

I mean, how many bad mail-carriers have you met?