From Zack: Went to see John Prine Friday night, and found myself inspired for two solid hours, listening to THE MAN. Was wondering if anyone had particular favorite singers/bands who get their narrative juices flowing. Obviously, Nebraska and the Boss. Gordo Lightfoot and the Edmond Fitzgerald. Not necessarily Dylan, though I understand the attraction. I've always thought he needed an editor, but I'm just a humble sports writer, so what do I know.
Anyhow, I'm always struck dumb when I recall that John Prine wrote "Hello, In There" as a 23-year-old. I'm going to put together a Narrative playlist. Shoot me an email if you'd like me to burn a disc.
Hello, In There John Prine
We had an apartment In the city, Me and Loretta Liked living there. Well, it'd been years Since the kids had grown, A life of their own Left us alone.
John and Linda Live in Omaha, And Joe is somewhere On the road. We lost Davy In the Korean war, And still don't know what for, Don't matter anymore.
Chorus: Ya' know that old trees Just grow stronger, And old rivers Grow wilder ev'ry day. Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, We don't talk much more, She sits and stares Through the back door screen. And all the news Just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream That we've both seen. Someday I'll go And call up Rudy, We worked together At the factory. But what could I say If he asks "What's new?" "Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
Chorus: Ya' know that old trees Just grow stronger, And old rivers Grow wilder ev'ry day. Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
So if you're walking Down the street sometime And spot some Hollow ancient eyes, Please don't just Pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, Say, "Hello in there, Hello."
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