I’ve seen Stevie Nicks sing Landslide. Live.
I’ve seen Elton John sing Tiny Dancer, Levon, Daniel, and Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters. All live.
I’ve seen Chicago sing 25 or 6 to 4. Live.
I’ve seen The Eagles sing Take it to the Limit, Desperado and Wasted Time. Live.
I’ve seen Tom Petty sing Free Fallin’ and Mary Jane’s Last Dance. Live.
I’ve even seen Styx sing Come Sail Away. Live.
I thought I had seen the best of the best. That was until Thursday.
The first time I saw Patty Griffin was in a NFP used book store in Soho, sitting on a hardwood floor, crammed up against adoring fans. That was four years ago. That concert changed my life and the subsequent album that came a couple years after that, also changed my life.
Now I’ve seen Patty Griffin sing Heavenly Day and Up to the Mountain. Live. Live, in the flesh, from Row B, center at the Moore Theatre.
My musical life is pretty much complete. I’ve musically peaked at 27. It’s downhill from here folks.
*Apologies to SH for making it uncomfortable when I started to cry. It happens.
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