Exactly 72 hours from now I'll be watching Lyle Lovett walk on stage from my seat right up in front. I'm told this is an unusual show - just him and singer-songwriter John Hiatt sitting with their guitars, swapping stories and tunes from their vast repertoires. In the dozen or so times I've seen Lyle over the years, I've never seen him alone like that. I've seen him backed by his Large Band, his Cowboy Band, his gospel choir and various permutations of each. But I've loved him most when it's been just him talking and playing between bigger numbers.
I'm prepared to fall very hard on Thursday. (Though I do hope not to fall literally, like I did two Lyle shows ago when I missed the curb in my giddy anticipation. Took the skin right off my kneecap, but I hardly noticed the blood trickling down my knee all through the show.
Every time I look at that scar, I want to break out in song about penguins and trucks and Texas and cowboy hats and horses on boats.
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Julia Roberts doesn't have anything that you don't have! Go for it Julie! Will your press pass get you backstage?
Is today the big day? Are you giddy with anticipation? Have a great time and watch where you are walking.
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