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Thanks, ScottyB for liking my post. One thing I just realized is my bottle has signatures in the throat of the bottle below the cork. Not showing in the pics on the site. Can't quite read them but one looks like Keb MO. Kind of like proof marks we look for on rifle kits. I should have posted a pic of the back label also. But I guess the site says it all.
John Prine was a huge influence in my life. Any idiot that can play three or four chords on a git fiddle can play his songs. And we did at campfires, parties, and alone in the room. I was lucky enough to see him perform many times. I remember him and Bonnie Raitt at Wolftrap when he was drunk and broke guitar strings and still played. Another was when his new album came out and he was playing an electric guitar, a Strat. We were like, WTF. That was a free spring fling show outside at American University with the New Riders of the Purple Sage. '74 maybe. Not trying to hijack the thread but I loved this man and saw him on a few shit faced Fridays, I'm sure.
Edit: I just remembered one of my fondest memories is when John played late in his life at Wolftrap Ampitheater with the Seldom Scene, a local DC based bluegrass band. I took my father just before he died, and John did his song Paradise. Fuck me to tears. There wasn't a dry eye in the place. Dad, with his tats and some random Harley shirt, sang one of his old favorite songs. That was good stuff.
John Prine was a huge influence in my life. Any idiot that can play three or four chords on a git fiddle can play his songs. And we did at campfires, parties, and alone in the room. I was lucky enough to see him perform many times. I remember him and Bonnie Raitt at Wolftrap when he was drunk and broke guitar strings and still played. Another was when his new album came out and he was playing an electric guitar, a Strat. We were like, WTF. That was a free spring fling show outside at American University with the New Riders of the Purple Sage. '74 maybe. Not trying to hijack the thread but I loved this man and saw him on a few shit faced Fridays, I'm sure.
Edit: I just remembered one of my fondest memories is when John played late in his life at Wolftrap Ampitheater with the Seldom Scene, a local DC based bluegrass band. I took my father just before he died, and John did his song Paradise. Fuck me to tears. There wasn't a dry eye in the place. Dad, with his tats and some random Harley shirt, sang one of his old favorite songs. That was good stuff.
