I'm kicking myself for missing a recent John Prine concert in Sacramento. I've never seen John perform. This was my chance, but my schedule was too busy. Sacramento Bee columnist had this to say about the concert:

John Prine is on tour; last week, he played in Sacramento. At 69, he has spent the last 15 years battling cancer. He has lost a piece of his neck and part of his tongue, and in 2013, doctors discovered a spot on his left lung.

Does that sound depressing? It wasn't.

He played like a virtuoso, in a sharp suit and tie, with old friends, and dedicated a beautiful song to his late brother, a Chicago cop who retired to the Sierra Nevada foothills in the late 1990s and died in 2012 of liver cancer.

At one point, Prine danced a little jig across the stage, a portly gent with a guitar whistling past the graveyard. His sister-in-law, sitting near my husband and me at the back of the house, whooped and applauded.

It wasn't just a good show. It was breathtaking, and we had to think hard to remember the last time we'd felt that uplifted, by anyone.

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