Laden with Thoughts

No one to blame but myself.

The concert this evening was excellent. There’s something about Jason Harrod’s music that - what’s that expression - tugs on my heart strings. Even though I’ve heard him play many times, I can’t get enough.

I was too shy to talk to him though. The same thing happened when Derek Webb came to town. And now I’m thoroughly depressed that I didn’t get to tell him how cool I think he is.

Sigh. He has another show on Wednesday night. Maybe between now and then I can get the courage up to say, “Hey, great show. Will you marry me?”

(Just kidding, dear.)

7 Comments so far

  1. sad panda September 27th, 2004 2:09 am

    I asked Derek if there was anyone I could kill on his behalf at the last chat. LOL

    But seriously, I was so scared asking my questions that I was literally shaking in my recliner.

  2. david September 27th, 2004 7:55 am

    i always sit there trying to think of the perfect question or comment, one that isn’t cliche or expected…and then he’s gone…

  3. Rhonda September 27th, 2004 12:34 pm

    3 entries this week. :) Yay! I never talk to the performers at shows. I just never have anything to say really.

  4. the Sage September 28th, 2004 11:57 pm

    At least with Derek you don’t really need to talk. Just wind him up and he’ll talk for two hours straight.

  5. Kathleen September 29th, 2004 4:58 pm

    :lol:

    I love when the Sage visits.

    (Rhonda - me neither!)

  6. the Sage October 3rd, 2004 10:31 pm

    Thank you, Kathleen….I love it when you write!

  7. dawn October 6th, 2004 9:34 pm

    dude! next time, walk right up to him, tell him you’re a friend a mine. :)

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