John Prine and Iris DeMent - In Spite of Ourselves

John Prine and Iris DeMent – In Spite of Ourselves – Live From Sessions at West 54th.

The most underrated under appreciated duets in all of country music! This is just the perfect meeting of Prine and DeMent with the right song, with both vocally beautiful (and looking good too). This will go down in 20 years time as an absolute classic. No doubt about it.

As I settled into my cozy armchair, a feeling of nostalgia washed over me, akin to flipping through a dusty photo album of cherished memories. John Prine and Iris DeMent’s live performance of “In Spite of Ourselves” from Sessions at West 54th transported me back to a simpler time when music was raw, heartfelt, and full of soul.

The setting was intimate, with the soft glow of stage lights illuminating the duo. Their chemistry was palpable from the first note, a testament to their deep friendship and musical partnership. As they delved into the title track, “In Spite of Ourselves,” I was struck by the genuine joy and humor that radiated from the stage. Their laughter and playful banter between verses evoked a sense of camaraderie that is often missing from modern performances.

John Prine’s gravelly voice, weathered by years of storytelling, was as authentic as ever. He sang with the wisdom of a troubadour who had seen it all, and his lyrics resonated like old letters rediscovered in an attic. Meanwhile, Iris DeMent’s sweet, angelic voice provided the perfect contrast, creating a harmonious balance that was nothing short of magical.

The song selection was a delightful mix of country classics and hidden gems, showcasing their deep appreciation for the roots of American music. Each song felt like a time capsule, transporting me to a different era. Whether it was the twangy “We’re Not the Jet Set” or the tender “Let’s Invite Them Over,” I couldn’t help but be swept away by the sheer nostalgia of it all.

But what truly set this performance apart was the genuine connection between John Prine and Iris DeMent. Their smiles, their shared glances, and their harmonious voices created an atmosphere of pure, unadulterated joy. It was as if they were inviting the audience into their living room for a private jam session, and we were all fortunate enough to be guests.

In a world where music often feels overproduced and detached, John Prine and Iris DeMent’s “In Spite of Ourselves” Live from Sessions at West 54th was a beautiful reminder of the power of authentic, heartfelt performances. It’s a treasure for anyone who yearns for the nostalgia of music that speaks to the soul.

Lyrics:
She don’t like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin’ her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny

She’s my baby, I’m her honey
I’m never gonna let her go

He ain’t got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin’ my undies
He ain’t too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it’s oxygen

He’s my baby, and I’m his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we’re the big door prize

We’re gonna spite
Our noses right off of our faces
There won’t be nothin’ but big old hearts
Dancin’ in our eyes

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs

She takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’
I’m never gonna let her go

He’s got more balls than a big brass monkey
He’s a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he’s howlin’ at the moon

He’s my baby, I don’t mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we’re the big door prize

We’re gonna spite
Our noses right off of our faces
There won’t be nothin’ but big old hearts
Dancin’ in our eyes

In spite of ourselves
We’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we’re the big door prize

We’re gonna spite
Our noses right off of our faces
There won’t be nothin’ but big old hearts
Dancin’ in our eyes

There won’t be nothin’ but big old hearts
Dancin’ in our eyes
In spite of ourselves