Utah Phillips died late in the evening of May 23, asleep, at home in his bed beside his wife. He was 73. He’d suffered from heart disease for a few years, and by last summer was forced to give up touring, though he continued to “perform” via radio and podcasts.
Utah was the most entertaining storyteller that I have ever known. He might start to introduce a song, and ten minutes later you’d realize he’d taken a most circuitous route to get there, telling about some important person in his life, or place he’d been, or experience he’d had – all spun so that the ring of truth had to peal through a few layers embellishment. Read more