JOHN PRINE

April 18, 2003

 Reeda Buresh - jpshrine.org

Knowing that there were little girls at our hotel Prine party afterwards, John sent his bouquet back to give to them. You should have seen their eyes get as big as the moon when I told them, "John Prine asked me to give these to Margaret and her friends" they oohed and ahhhed and carefully touched and divided the flowers by colors and count and between the three of them.. Little Prine fans, all googley and when they grow up, they will find themselves living more and more of his lyrics, how special they were.

Whoa. We multiplied, there was a big crowd at the hotel that took up the whole center of the place, folks from all over - it was great to put faces with the names - finally shaking a few hands from folks like Marty and his wife who might have tried to show up at the civic center on Saturday had we not corresponded. I haven't quite figured out who was really related to Mike Winters that night, but for what's it's worth, we were all related in Prine.

5 count them, there were 5 guitars strumming to favorite Prine songs and everyone was making nice, it was the continuation of something wonderful. I headed to my room to drop off a few things and passed a mean and mad looking shirtless man, leaning real cocky outside his room, giving an evil death stare towards our party.

As I sat on the bed, the place went dead silent. Turns out that we had used up our $33 hotel deal and the hotel reneged on their "glad to have ya's" or maybe it was shift change and the manager wanted to say goodnight to the boys in blue, who put an end to what would have been a spectacular Prine all nighter. Hopefully we can try it again, as the turnout was great and the music would have gone all night! 

A big thanks Mike Winters for putting it together - no matter how hard they tried, these cool round people couldn't fit in that hotel's little square.

© Reeda Buresh, webmistress to the Prine Shrine