tonight we saw gillian welch and david rawlings from 10 feet away. so good. why don’t i have any of their cds? imagine the stage at cats cradle with an oriental carpet and two mic stands, and a table with a small box with drawers on it. that’s all. jane and i saw them at the carolina theater in durham last fall in the balcony way up. this was very different. palpable.

leaving for new orleans tomorrow. that i’m missing the sils end of the year picnic almost makes me want to cry. but i am also looking forward to re-visiting one of my favorite cities with jane during jazz fest. as is my habit i’ve yet to pack. i return thursday, bringing back my parents from the airport for graduation/mother’s day weekend. crawfish etouffee here i come.