I tend to associate a lot of things with music. In my extensive music collection I can pretty much tell you the year I purchased the album (hey, I still call them that, even though they are CDs), where I bought it, and how that album figured prominently at significant points in my life.
For the rest of my life, whenever I hear the music of Will Kimbrough, I'll think about my time in Nashville, and I will think about tonight's show in particular.
He played at 12th and Porter, at a non-smoking, early performance, no less, so those were two reasons enough to go. Add to that that I missed his last appearance in Nashville, and most of all that I love, love, love his new album. I bought a ticket weeks ago.
KZ was looking for fun things to do - today is her birthday -- and yesterday she asked me what I had planned for this weekend. I told her about Frist Friday and the concert, and I almost instantly regretted it. She and I do not have a good concert history. I like to be inconspicuous. She does not. I like to sneak in the back and just absorb the experience. She does not. I feel no need to converse during the show or to meet members of the opposite sex during the show. She does.
So I had mixed feelings when she called to say she and her crew would meet me at 12th and Porter. But it's her birthday, after all, and I think birthdays are important, and it can be good to go with others.
Long live KZ, because in her brazen, here-I-am-look-at-me way, she announced to the venue staff that it was her birthday, and thereby reserved a front-row table for us. It was great to be front and center for a fantastic set.