Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

El Doughty de las Delectables

Okay, there’s no way to say it without sounding absolutely ridiculous, so I’m just gonna say it. I cried at the Mike Doughty concert last night in River Falls. I didn’t plan on it. I didn’t even think about crying when he busted out “The Only Answer” and I LOVE that song so much it gives me goosebumps. I was having a grand old time, shaking my ass to “Circles” and “True Dreams of Witchita.”

But when he got all the drunken Fratkids of UWRF to whisper “stand in the light, stand in the light, stand in the light” from “Your Misfortune.” I lost it. I tried to keep it together, but I failed miserably. I’ve written before about how choked up I get listening to “Your Misfortune.” But even the tears took me a little by surprise.

I kind of want to blame it on the setting of the concert. Standing outside on a cool night, being kept warm by the body heat from a crush of 20something young boys. It was easy to get carried away. The stars were bright and the Big Dipper was hovering just above the ampitheatre’s stage. In between whiffs of some awful ditch weed the kids behind me were smoking, I’d catch that delicious smell of crab apple trees in bloom — probably my most favorite smell on the planet. It was just so wonderful and then he started in with “Your Misfortune” and I started in with the crying.

It was simply beautiful.

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2 Comments

  1. Charles 08.May.06 at 12:32 pm

    I got misty eyes when I read your post. Seriously.

    Good grief. Wow. Ummm…?

    Reply
  2. jodi 08.May.06 at 1:11 pm

    aww, Charles, you’re so cute.

    Reply

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