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Veteran folkie John Prine's voice is a couple of steps lower since he kicked throat cancer in the late ’90s, but it seems to have freed him of the burden of singing. His Dylanesque whine is more spoken and raconteur-conversational now, which actually adds wit to his music's twangy elegance. His songwriting has always been about the telling details, so when he's on, it's easy to just get comfortable and hang on Prine's every word. He plays behind a recent LP, The Singing Mailman Delivers. (A Prine tribute album featuring Deer Tick and Justin Vernon titled Broken Hearts & Dirty Windows came out a couple of years back.) Excellent support comes from Rosanne Cash, daughter of Johnny and an impressive singer-songwriter in her own right.
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