Okay guys and gals.  I feel bad for everybody who missed that show, ‘cuz it was incredible. To you, and you, and you, and you and you and you and you and you, and all of y’all (y’all know who you are), I am sorry y’all couldn’t go but now I’m kinda glad I didn’t take you.  Because I wasn’t there to chit-chat or to make time with anybody, I had no agenda but to sit there and hear every single note with no distractions.  I didn’t know a soul and nobody knew me — except Bruce, the owner of the Empty Bottle who sponsored the show, and this one nice kid who said hi.  But as it turned out it was a real good thing I went by myself ‘cuz I had ‘er all to myself, heheh.  Well, me and about I’d say maybe 100, 150 other people at most.  They didn’t sell out, it was comfortable. Nobody talked, everybody listened, it was a beautiful thing.

I had the perfect view amongst the cross-legged sitters in front of the stage. And she was magnificent.  Best singer living today in my opinion, I shit you not.  At least if you’re into that kind of thing, which I really am.  I’m not denigrating Kelly or Gillian or Lucinda or any other fantastic singer, I just think Jolie has the greatest voice I’ve ever heard.  I’m not drunk either, I only had one beer, ha ha!!  Her voice, oh my fucking god… warm, supple, wringin’ out emotion with every word.  Perfect pitch, lovely little curlicues.  The band was perfect too, just a drummer and another guitarist with a hollowbody electric just like mine, but it was an Epiphone.

Okay, I gotta stop using the word "perfect" ‘cuz she’s only human… she was fuckin’ up a little here and there, just like I do, just like we all do.  Stopped a couple of songs ‘cuz she couldn’t remember the words or whatever… but who cares, it didn’t matter one bit.  Oh my god.  Her songs too… oh god.  What an inspiration.  I want to cry, I love her so much.  It’s got nothin’ to do with me, with my music… I like my own music too, can’t help that!  And it’s not like I could be anything like that even if I tried, I can only be like myself.  But still… she’s an inspiration to me.  I will love her forever.  That is all.

Oh yeah, I did get to meet her afterwards, she’s a sweetie.  She tried to get me to go to some after-show party where she said they were gonna play some music and shoot the shit, but at that point I was kinda tired and wanted to just go home and you know, try to digest what I’d just heard.  So I thanked her, told her how much I loved it… not nearly as profusely as I’m doing now because I didn’t want to freak her out, you know?  hee hee.  But yeah, that’s the shit man.  That is the SHIT.  Go buy her 2 albums please.  Go see her play and if you think I’m wrong, you don’t have to believe anything else I say, okay?  I bought both CDs tonight (always best to buy them in person don’tcha think?) so now I have ‘em all.  And now I’m officially BROKE AS FUCK so it’ll be no more goin’ out for the next month, no more five-dollar beers, it’s gonna be peanut butter sandwiches and pickle slices and drinkin’ lots of iced tea and water instead of cokes.  But I don’t care!!  It was so very worth it.  Um, I did kinda have to eat that extra ten bucks I spent on the ticket… the guy at the door wouldn’t give me my money back and wouldn’t let me give the ticket away, the fucker.  I asked him pretty-please could I donate it to the next person who walked in the door?  And he said "I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t letcha do that." Eh.  Whatever, she got my money and that’s all that matters to me.  Man, I sure hope she had a piece of the door and I hope she went over her guarantee, but I kinda doubt it judging by how NOT-sold-out it was.

Anyway… I got a couple of pictures, I hope they turned out. I’m gonna get them posted here in a little bit if they did, and then shut this baby down and do whatever it is that I do when I’m all alone and thinking about great music.  GodDAMMIT, she was so fucking good!!!!!!