Saturday, October 27, 2007

On a hippie trailhead full of zombies
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous.

{Alert: Obnoxious Name-dropping Story}

As you may know, my lady, Stanette, had a career in music in Atlanta the '90's.

She ran in the same circles with a bunch of popular bands from that region- Widespread Panic, R.E.M., Hootie and the Blowfish and the Indigo Girls.

Today, we were out running some errands, and I was making fun of Jeff Buckley.

Mind you, I have never even heard Jeff Buckley's music (really, not a single song), but he's fun to mock.

People, especially chicks, loooooove Jeff Buckley.

So, it's fun to watch them get misty as they defend his beautiful, and I'm sure, heartfelt, sensitive, acoustic, lovelorn ballads.

So mid-mock, Stanette chimes in that she was in a club watching the Indigo Girls and Jeff Buckley was sitting at the next table, by himself, crying.

That's right.

Sitting alone.

At an Indigo Girls concert.


True story.