THE TREE OF FORGIVENESS (2018)
âLast night, for a split sec
I was a train wreck,
I was a complicated guy
I hope we donât find
This is the last time
We ever say good-bye.â
Barring any miraculous discovery of unreleased material, The Tree of Forgiveness will be John Prineâs final album, and it should go down as one of the greatest final albums ever recorded. Perhaps Jimmy Hendrixâ final studio album âElectric Ladylandâ surpasses it. Maybe âLet it Be.â Then again, maybe not.
The Tree of Forgiveness is filled with one great song after another, ranging from the happy loner of the opening track âKnockinâ on Your Screen Door,â to the mournful resignation just before the end (âGod Only Knows"). He is funny (âEgg & Daughter Nightâ) and he is bitter â as bitter as we have ever heard him (âCaravan of Foolsâ). He is up to his old linguistic tricks (âThe Lonesome Friends of Scienceâ) and he shows the unshaken optimism that has carried him through so many dark songs (âNo Ordinary Blueâ and âBoundless Loveâ). He centers the song cycle around one of the most touching songs he ever wrote (âSummerâs End,â co-written, as are several others on this disk, with Pat McLaughlin).
And then there is the final prophecy â âWhen I get to Heaven.â One final talking song concludes its opening verse with âAinât the afterlife grand?â That is not meant to be sarcastic. Prine welcomes the day he can drink and smoke again â âa cigarette thatâs nine miles long.â This was not the first time John wrote about death, but it would be the last.
From the debut album, in which three different songs are structured around the main subjects dying, itâs hard to find an album on which at least one character is not meeting his maker. Often it is humorous, as in âPlease Donât Bury Me.â Other times, death is just the filter that shades the entire story, as in âWedding Day in Funeralville.â It is hard to come up with a singer who confronted death more frequently, and who did so with such grace and equanimity. My first thought, after swallowing the lump in my throat upon hearing of Johnâs death four years ago, was that he could finally enjoy that vodka and ginger ale he longs for in âWhen I Get to Heaven.â
My second thought dated back to âParadise,â from his very first album.
âWhen I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
Iâll be halfway to heaven with paradise waitinâ
Just five miles away from wherever I am.â
I can live with that. John helped me accept it.
