I crumble mine to a very coarse consistency
(The senior Prine did get to hear Paradise before that, though, listening to it from the other room so he could pretend it was on the jukebox.) Prines 1975 album Common Sense would have a track about his father called He Was in Heaven Before He Died, which includes these lines: The sun can play tricks with your eyes on the highway/ The moon can lay sideways till the ocean stands still/ But a person cant tell his best friend he loves him/ Till time has stopped breathingyoure alone on the hill. A couple of years before that, though, Prine issued more of a howl (and howler) of protest against the whole life-and-death racket, with Please Dont Bury Me, in which he does organ donation one better and begs for nose-to-tail recycling: Please dont bury me down in that cold, cold ground/ No, Id rather have em cut me up and pass me all around/ Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes/ And the deaf can take both of my ears if they dont mind the size. (He goes on to dream up uses for a bunch of his other parts, including passing along his arms to the Venus de Milo.) In a 2018 interview in a beautifully written Pitchfork article by Jayson Greene, Prine said, I guess I just process death differently than some folks
Plus, there's something nicely innocent about having no responsibilities and being able to just keep on playing for as long as you want, and having your own personal space in which to do it
This chronic cough may start as mild and dry but can progress to a productive cough (bringing up mucus)
