![]() ![]() ![]() It got more gravelly as the years progressed and he recovered first from neck, then from lung cancer. There was something tough and austere about them, perhaps because of Prine’s voice – a rough, artless, nasal rasp that Dylan suggested sounded as if Prine had swallowed a jew’s harp. His albums never sounded as if they had emerged from the stoned, eucalyptus-scented idyll of Laurel Canyon. He was not given to writing starry-eyed paeans to the denizens of the Woodstock festival. Almost uniquely among the glut of early 70s singer-songwriters, Prine – who has died aged 73 – seemed untouched by the countercultural events of the preceding years: he seemed to tap into an earlier musical tradition, “an authentic, rather catchy extension of Nashville and Appalachia”, as critic Robert Christgau noted of Prine’s eponymous 1971 debut album. ![]()
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