...or part of it anyway.

I didn't get to meet her, but I DID get to go see her last night. Shawn Colvin played the O'Shaughnessy Auditorium in St. Paul as part of the Women of Substance series, which (Duh) includes women that really do matter, like Etta James, to name one.

My deepest thank you to a woman whom I've never had the pleasure of meeting F2F, have never heard the sound of her voice, and MIGHT only know her if she were to dress in the same garb as in her old photos on her MySpace Pics Page.

Her name's Amy G. - she's one hell of a graphic artist, did her time making future superstars outta "artists" a few years back and has been around the record business for as long as some of you all reading this have been alive. Amy caught one of my earliest blogs..something I was whining about caught her out and landed her H, L & Sinker. And we've been fast friends ever since. I think she was trying to pick me up. At least let me flatter myself with that hope.

Turns out she knows of my desire to meet Shawn Colvin and my love for her tunes. She mentioned she could get me seats for the show here and having had my share of band seats, will-call pickups, backstage passes, etc, I took her up on her offer to get me seats anyway.

Delicious seats, Amy. Delicious show Shawn. You're a great looking gal and you don't look near 50!

Brandi Carlile opened the show. This young'un's going places if she can catch a break or two and show the world what she's got. You will love her.

So just wanted to blog my Thanks and my Experience with a capital E.

As an aside. In 20 years, this was likely, as I can now just dimly recall, the first and only time Sarit and I have gone on a DATE and didn't end up pissed the hell off at each other. We didn't even so much as throw a stinging barb at one another, sling any self-heating sarcastic wit or accuse the other of looking at a hot looking (insert appropriate gender here). 

What the f***?.

Something changed. Did I have to get an incurable disease for that?