I have been listening a lot to the late John Hartford of late. The man was so pure, maybe it was Marty Stuart who called him our generation's Mark Twain in a documentary trailer I watched recently.
I watched the 1986 Strawberry concert as I went to bed the other night. Fell asleep halfway through, will give it another go. He could dance, play the banjo and fiddle with equal virtuosity, wrote the most beautiful songs imaginable and even was a licensed steamboat pilot. Man a complete original and a true American if there ever was one.
I love John Hartford and always will. Sometimes when I listen to him I still can't help but shed a tear. John passed from non hodgkins lymphoma in 2001 at the age of 63.