...then this is the one.  I have been a fan of John Prine's songs for many years, and I believe this album serves them the best.  He is without a doubt one of the great songwriters of our time, but he has had two things working against him:  the cloying production that plagued many singer-songwriter albums from the 70s and his rather limited vocal talents.  This album rectifies the first fault by placing him in a warm intimate concert setting which complement his songs very well.  As for his voice, I have never heard it sound better.  By this time (mid-1980s), it has become just weathered enough but not too raspy as it would later become.  The live setting of course also affords this rather personable singer to spin tales between songs about how each of them was written, and I can tell you that after hundreds of listens I still find those stories charming, particularly the one about the girl who wanted to hear a song about a "happy enchilada".