Yeah. 

John got us tickets for Patty Griffin at the Warner Theatre for my birthday - we went a few weeks ago.

I'm no music reviewer - just a geek, so all I can say is she was everything I could have wished for (except she didn't do my all-time favorite of hers, "Mad Mission" - but that's okay.  I'll just have to go see her again).  I (in common with many in my family) have a thing for simple, folky songs, especially with vocal harmony, preferably written in a minor key.  We love a good wail, in all its uncompromising sorrow.  We have little or no patience for the picardy third and its appeasement of those who seek the musical happy ending.  Thus, Patty is the yin to James Taylor's yang of my desert island disc fantasy.

Today, John brought home a colleague's copy of "Texas Music" magazine, where Patty is profiled.  In the article she says, "I was always drawn to the last sad song they tucked in on the end of the album."

Yeah.