I'm a huge John Prine fan. I was devastated by his recent death, due to Covid.
The thing is, I probably wouldn't call his music country music, in the true sense of the genre, although it does have lots of country sounds, including some nice twangy steel guitar and classic solos. To me, its's closer to folk music, in my humble opinion.
The songs I recall that everyone knew, back in the day, were "Dear Abby, Sam Stone, Angel From Montgomery, and Illegal Smile". There's lots more, but those are a few of his early ones that people knew him by. Oh, and "Please Don't Bury Me" was another one I recall being popular way back when.
His songs most often tell a life story, sometimes funny and sometimes sad. I recall him saying one time, when asked how he writes songs, he said something like "just tell the truth and try not to rhyme too much". His songs made me happy, and I will definitely miss John Prine.
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Work, work and more work these days - is the only thing that Unghshu has. I didn't go out on Friday (was sitting at home and either calling 40+ people, like parents, kids and colleagues,- or recording different exercises and pieces played by me on my home piano). The same today: i didn't go out, because when i finished, it was very dark, and it was raining.
It's written here: *"Dance" discipline for the students of "theater department" and "stage dance department". Open group*.
(Just like my ex-bf, who taught me how to edit sheet music, when i worked as a librarian of the orchestra in Mikhailovsky opera&ballet theatre). We had tons of pictures to edit, - it was a never ending story, and i'm grateful to him and to the creators of GIMP that i didn't get smashed by the bunch of music and by my mean crazy bosses, who were "sitting on my neck". Hosanna Gimp! 
"Tshaynik" = "teakettle" in Russian! (Though we pronounce it more like "Chainik")... Hhmmm... It's a small world...
If i understand it correctly, we mean a slightly different thing over here: we mean it literally, that my head aches to such an extent, that if any quiet sound touches it, it starts resonating, and hurting your brain from the inside.
Or it also means that the head is so overloaded and overwhelmed by (mostly useless) information, that it's going to explode.
then we've got a video call planned this afternoon with my family 
