The city’s soul is wounded. Crime is up, children are getting killed and the simple lights of summer are shadowed by orders of distancing. Some rules are too much to remember but this should never be forgotten:
The summer of 2020 is the 50th anniversary of the hit Chicago pop-soul ballad “O-o-h Child.”
It is a song of healing.
“O-o-h Child” was recorded by the Five Stairsteps, a south side precursor to the Jackson 5. The group consisted of five of the six children of Betty and Clarence Burke, Sr. Clarence, Sr. was a detective for the Chicago Police Department. He also played bass and later managed the Five Stairsteps. The young blood [...]
“Classic” John Prine stamp by Michael Hernandez de Luna
The idea was to get John Prine on a postage stamp.
He wrote some of the best songs about the American condition while on his late 1960s U.S. mail route. And it’s been assumed the little ranch house I bought in near west suburban Westchester, Ill. was on the postal path of the Maywood native. Since the COVID-19 pandemic kicked in, the volume of mail delivered by the U.S.P.S. has declined. The agency is asking Congress to keep the postal service going. President Trump has refused to sign a new bill that includes postal service [...]
John Prine always seemed to be there for me.
But his music was there for you, too.
He wrote of angels that fly in from Montgomery, the mystical power of Wisconsin lakes, hobos, clocks and spoons and old people living alone in “Hello In There.”
He wrote “Hello In There” in 1969 based on a memory of delivering newspapers to a senior citizen home. He was only 23 years old. One of his favorite songs was “Far From Me,” about being raised near a junkyard in west suburban Maywood where “a broken bottle looks just like a diamond ring.”
John Prine saw those things.
He helped us understand those things.
John died Tuesday night from [...]
With all this time on his hands, he could get rid of the old songs.
After deep listens, many of them sounded too boastful. Others were sad. Too sad for now.
Just the other day he carried them upstairs from his basement. They weighed him down as he walked up the stairs. How could he have listened to these songs for so long?
Then, under the light of an early spring sun, he found the new songs. He heard tambourines in the alley. The old songs had collected dust but they turned into seeds of a new song. A child on a nearby tricycle hit every note. The old couple on their daily walk snuck within 5 1/2 feet of each other.
These were songs [...]
