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When John Prine passed away on April 7, 2020 (he was 73) of complications from the Covid-19 virus, musicians and critics alike responded with laudatory articles en masse. Prine was remembered as one of America’s greatest songwriters and deservedly so. There really was nothing I could add to the chorus. But there was one itch I felt a need to scratch - what I felt was the unjust criticisms of his 4th album, Common Sense (1975). They were reviews and opinions that continue to be recycled to this very day. It was with that in mind that I proceeded to write the look-back review that follows. By Bill Glahn.

Here’s the back story, exclusive to BigO.

When John Prine released his first album, I was a teenager living in New Jersey, part of the New York through Maryland corridor where Prine had enjoyed his initial success. But outside of the Chicago and Great Lakes region, that seemed to be the only area that John Prine was receiving airplay and critical success, although he did tour occasionally to the west coast with a few stops in the heartland as well.

And so went his career until Common Sense. For three albums Prine had continued to tour as a solo acoustic act, pigeonholed as one of a new breed of singer-songwriters, produced by Atlantic house producer, Arif Mardin. But Prine songs didn’t really resemble the introspective aspects of many of the singer-songwriters of that era. No songs such as “Sweet Baby James” or “Both Sides Now.” Prine’s songs were filled with earthy characters from the streets that surrounded him. Prine sang about workaday folks.

After three albums, Prine sought a change in approach. He went outside of Atlantic’s system of company producers to hire Steve Cropper, who had left Stax Records in 1970. Cropper delivered a record much more rooted in the Memphis soul and rock ‘n’ roll than previous Prine records. Then he took the recordings out to Los Angeles to add an extra layer of horns. For the first time, Prine hit the road with a band.

Critics savaged the album in reviews that appeared in the major underground press. It wasn’t what they expected. Prine split his shows into two parts, solo acoustic portion to satisfy fans of his first three albums, followed by an electric portion featuring a crackerjack assembly of Chicago musicians. He would include seven songs from Common Sense in that electric set.

In later years, Prine would say that he wasn’t happy with the extra layer of production done in LA, but he never exhibited any such qualms about the music or songs on Common Sense. On the 1975 tour, he would introduce the title song as “one I wrote for the coming Bicentennial.” It only made sense that Prine would name the song and album after America’s greatest writer of revolutionary thought.

Prine’s touring schedule, heavy in certain locales over the previous years, began to take on coast-to-coast proportions. That presented a problem for Prine. He told David Fricke in 1993, “After Common Sense it seemed like all there was to write about was what was going on on the road.”

In the Rolling Stone Record Guide, Dave Marsh and Ken Tucker would co-author the John Prine section. They took a decidedly different view of Common Sense than critics who had downplayed the record for not being the type of record thay expected.

Instead they wrote that it was Prine’s “most daring and intermittently triumphant album.” They also added, “To those that loved ‘Sam Stone,’ Common Sense made no sense - Prine’s sidewalk yowl and rock rhythms were unpalatable to old fans…”

Prine would lessen his touring load a great deal, and didn’t release another album for three years. By then his newly found rock fans had gone on to other interests. He would try another large label (Asylum) without chart success before forming his own label (Oh Boy) and begin the slow rebuilding process that would return him to the Billboard Top 100 album charts with Fair & Square, an album which also brought him a Grammy Award.

Common Sense is the album that provided the transition necessary to become more than a noted songwriter for other artists. With Common Sense he became a performer, as well as a much improved singer.

Common Sense [Atlantic, 1975]

In our faulty collective memories, we would like to think that John Prine was a commercial success from the moment his first album was released. Over the decades, practically every song on that album has entered the realm of familiarity to so many music fans that it would be hard to imagine that it never reached Billboard’s Top 100 albums. But it didn’t. Not even close. (Though that may change this week.) Neither did his second. Or third. If we had become familiar with Prine’s early songs it was through the voices of other performers like Bob Gibson (country), Swamp Dogg (R&B) and Bonnie Raitt (rock). Prine’s songs made the transformation across genres because they were rooted in humanity in a way that was unique to Prine.

It wasn’t until Prine’s 4th album, Common Sense, that the public took notice, reaching #66 on the Billboard charts. But what did the public know? Critics slammed the album as being overproduced and lacking in humor. It didn’t pass the folk purity test. The criticisms sounded an awful lot like the ones that greeted Bob Dylan’s Bringing It All Back Home. And lacking in humor? You don’t even have to open the album for a dose of that - an hysterically funny depiction on the cover of what can happen when you don’t pay attention.

Those false criticisms have lasted through modern times, often by critics that are just recycling those old reviews. If you want to read a truly awful piece of music criticism, try the one by Jim Smith for allmusic.com. Sometimes old prejudices die hard.

Prine’s Common Sense shared a title with one of America’s great literary works by Thomas Paine. If there is one thing that should be apparent by now, it is that Prine never left literary references to chance. Written in 1974, released in 1975, it must have been an exceptionally dreary period for Prine, a songwriting empath more locked into the human condition than a “patriotic” one.

Richard Nixon, who had won the presidency in 1968 under the guise of ending the Vietnam War and then prolonged it, doing just enough troop withdrawals to ride to another victory in 1972, had resigned under the scrutiny of election malfeasance. The US was out of the war, but the war raged on until 1975. For Prine, a vet, “peace with honor,” a Nixon concept, fell well short of the mark. It had cost far too many unnecessary lives, both US and Vietnamese. For Prine, peace WAS honor. It’s on Common Sense that Prine unveils the follow up to “Sam Stone”, “He Was In Heaven Before He Died.”

There’s a rainbow of babies
Draped over the graveyard
Where all the dead sailors
Wait for their brides

On one of the album’s two radio hits, Prine sings

Don’t you know her when you see her
She grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna

In the late ’60s Barbara Lewis, an R&B singer and songwriter from neighboring Michigan, had disappeared from public view. Lewis had had several Top 40 songs in the early ’60s but was nowhere to be found by the mid-’70s. Prine wrote a tale of her imagined fate, and a chorus that strung her name together with a chant to a Hindu god and a French name meaning “with high regard.”

Selling bibles at the airport
Buying Quaaludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about a paper route
She’s shut in without a home

It was one of the quirkier song titles in rock history, which was probably why it received radio play and became a fan favorite. But it wasn’t a humorous tale. By the time he released Common Sense, Prine had seen his share of great talent thrown into the scrap heap of industry castoffs. In fact, he was in danger of becoming one himself.

On the other radio hit, “Saddle in the Rain,” Prine sings

I dreamed they locked God up
Down in my basement
And he waited there for me
To have this accident
So he could drink my wine
And eat me like a sacrament

Dreary? Yes. But a far more formidable album than critics were giving it credit for. It had to be in an era where radio play was often determined by industry “hit men” who greased the wheels with cash and cocaine. It was on talent alone, that Prine had survived the “three strikes, you’re out” rule.

Arif Mardin produced Prine’s first three albums. Common Sense was Prine’s first venture without Mardin, opting for Steve Cropper, a veteran of Booker T & The MG’s and the Memphis R&B community. Prine was clearly looking for something different and had stated so in subsequent interviews. It should have come as no surprise that it didn’t fall within the confines of the folk music genre.

I guess for folk purists, horns were just a little too much. But for Prine, who was clearly channeling R&B this time out, it was the right thing to do. As for Jim Smith’s contention that “the cloying production overpowers the lyrics and relegates them to an almost cursory notion” - it’s absolute poppycock. That’s what happens when you view “Illegal Smile” as a celebration of recreation rather than a celebration of relief. Score one for the record buying public this time around.

Common Sense rode the steady airplay of “Come Back To Us Barbara Lewis” and “Saddle In The Rain” into the charts and, for many, introduced Prine’s songs in his own voice. As for big production, some of Prine’s best and most loved works have been big production numbers. “Lake Marie,” anyone? And fame, no matter how slow in developing, has allowed Prine to tour with bigger bands offering fans an opportunity to hear many of those early tunes in revamped format, both through concert appearances and a plethora of live albums.

Common Sense, though not intended to be, was as much prescient, as it was formidable. Who wouldn’t appreciate these lines during our time of self-isolation

Can I find a little something with a nicer view
I’m hating to plead but I’m begging to borrow
Just to be close to you

(That Close To You)

And during a period when weddings and funerals, with a limit of 10 attendees, can both bring about depression, Prine predicts the circumstances of his own passing with “Wedding Day In Funeralville.” And if there’s no humor built into the lyrics (“what will I wear tonight”) then you’re not paying attention.

Common Sense closes with the only cover on the album, written by another great American wordsmith, Chuck Berry, “You Never Can Tell.” And only a folk purist could be offended by that.

Note: Bill Glahn published the tabloid zine Live! Music Review that served as an information source on live music and bootleg reviews. The above article, A Look Back at John Prine’s Common Sense, was posted at itsahighwaysong.blogspot.com on April 9, 2020.

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