I felt great sadness when I heard that the songwriter and singer John Prine died earlier this week from Covid-19. Hearing one of his songs on the radio took me back to the 1970s when I was young and first heard his music. One of the songs, an unhappy and powerful one, that I loved hearing him sing was Angel from Montgomery. I was just learning printmaking and made a woodcut in 1972 (under a previous name) arising from some of the lyrics.
“I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were lightning
And thunder were desire
This old house would have burned down a long time ago.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.”
The last two lines above are a great reflection of how I feel at times during this pandemic and the crisis it has brought on.
Good health to you all, dear readers!