Monday, March 22, 2010

I got a compass in my heart

First we ate...



... then there was an appearance by the "dirty uncle" ...


... followed by some drunken sailors ...


... and finally it was time to go...


....and listen to listen to him.


The first time I saw him play I was alone at a bar.
My friends had run off in search of faster tunes while I stayed behind and fell in love with lyrics. He sings songs that evoke old memories, intimate little stories that draw you in and remind you of all the stories you have locked away.



... and when he sings everyone seems to stand a little closer ...



.... smile a little longer ....


.. hug their friends a little longer...







... and go out and maybe even make some new ones ...














..

1 comment:

Britt said...

yes yes. trey yip

What lovely food! Mmmm