Last Wednesday I missed a benefit where these guys played. They're my favorite musicians--John Munson, Matt Wilson and Dan Wilson. I missed it because I am here, and it was in Minneapolis, and it was the middle of the week. When I was in the exuberance of my youth, and they were young things too, they played in a band called Trip Shakespeare. Auditory memory is incredibly powerful. Hearing any one of their voices brings me back to being younger. And I like it. I think of them as peers who went their way while I went mine. And I didn't pay much attention, because I was busy living my life. When newspaper articles came out about the Dixie Chicks CD, DW's name was there as a song co-writer, and I went back and scraped together all the CDs I'd missed. JM and DW did OK in Semisonic (which I'd never heard of, although I do remember hearing Closing Time and thinking someone has stolen their sound). And this backtracking pulled in Mike Doughty, who has become a favorite as well and is produced by DW. So, in the end, I wish I had taken off work. I wish I had been there. And I wish I would have heard those old Trip Shakespeare tunes they played, and melted back into the freer younger woman I was.
I've been thinking lately if I could pull together elements of different people, what I would like. So far, I'd take Angelina Jolie's looks and Mike Doughty's incredible talent for pulling disparate words together and writing kick-ass lyrics.