Distant Dreamer

To the semi-drunk woman at First Avenue who gave me a thumbs-up and shouted in my ear, “Way to get out!”: thanks for the encouragement. The home doesn’t give me day passes very often and I usually have to be back for lights-out at 9. But sometimes you have to buck the rules, y’know? And tomorrow is when I get my regular weekly bedbath, so life is looking pretty good.

The concert itself wasn’t bad. Duffy’s voice has a disconcerting warble in its live version, but that may improve with more touring experience. Assuming she avoids an implosion of Amy Winehouse proportions, she could be an interesting artist to watch.