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Happy Earth Day, Megs!



And Happy Birthday to Walker (aka, "the crown-jewel of sexual achievement")!

I saw Walker at the Nick Lowe concert last night. He was standing inside the doorway when Evan and I walked into the theater. (The show was at the Belcourt.) It was such a pleasant sight, I have to say. I love it when that happens! Anyway, we exchanged hugs and hellos and I said, "Hey, Happy Birthday soon!" He said, "How do you know it's my birthday coming up?" Because your birthday is Earth Day, Walker! I don't think that I will ever forget that. I think he was pleasantly surprised that I remembered his birthday, if not a little freaked out by my elephant-like memory. I talked to him at the intermission, and he told me that he had his birthday day all wrong throughout the weekend, telling everyone that his birthday was yesterday. So, when he woke up yesterday morning, he was all excited for his birthday, and even thought his phone was broken when he saw the wrong date . . . He's just about the cutest.

The Nick Lowe concert was fabulous. I got a most pleasant surprise before the show when I went to meet Evan at Boscos and saw our friend, Scott (aka, "the Swarthy Menace") sitting there. And he was with Barry White, one of my cousin Bo's best friends and a recent transplant to Nashville. It was sheer madness, I tells ya. Apparently, Barry's girlfriend used to intern for Scott when he was the editor of Living Blues magazine. Small world just keeps getting smaller.

Anyway, I highly recommend going to see a Nick Lowe show if you get a chance. He puts on a great show, even if it is just him standing at the mic with his guitar. He's quite the dapper Englishman. If you don't get the chance to see him live, you can listen to his concert on NPR Music, here.

I thought that maybe Elvis Costello would have joined him for a song or two, since he was in town, but no dice. But the best part of the show was when he started playing "The Beast in Me" and Evan leaned over and, with this big grin, started singing it, and then out of the corner of my eye I could see him mouthing the words the whole time. And Scott, out of the corner of my other eye, was totally giddy, leaning forward like those couple of inches were the key to better listening. There's not much better than good music.

I hope all is well in the mountains.

love, molly

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