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.)
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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.
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…
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Yay! I never talk to the performers at shows. I just never have anything to say really.
At least with Derek you don’t really need to talk. Just wind him up and he’ll talk for two hours straight.
I love when the Sage visits.
(Rhonda - me neither!)
Thank you, Kathleen….I love it when you write!
dude! next time, walk right up to him, tell him you’re a friend a mine.