As the result of a long string of improbabilities, I was in a motel a thousand miles from home, performing this song for someone I’d spent the previous year trying to forget. I played it and later, when everyone else had gone to bed, a song I’d written about us. He criticized the music; I asked him what he thought of the lyrics.
“I don’t pay any attention to words, I just listen to the music,” he replied. I knew he was lying.
“You know, I’m a writer. I don’t have room in my life anymore for people who don’t pay attention to the words,” I said. I put the guitar in the case, snapped the hinges shut and stood up to leave. I had an early flight home and I still had to pack.
Dixie Chicks doing that same Patty Griffin song:
This isn’t going to be good for their already-battered economy:
Eight people have been confirmed ill with cholera after eating Gulf seafood contaminated with cholera bacteria according to officials Tuesday and the US Food and Drug Administration issued a warning to not eat Gulf raw oysters.
At least eleven people have become ill after eating Gulf oysters from less than 300 miles from New Orleans.
The outbreak is linked to oyster from Apalachicola Bay, near Panama City, Florida according to News 24 Tuesday.
Eleven cholera cases have been reported, eight of which tests confirm positive for toxigenic Vibrio cholerae O75..
You’d almost think something has changed the ecology of the Gulf. Gee, I wonder what that could be?