Dear Joe Purdy

Dear Joe Purdy,

I am in love with you. And not in that creepy fan stalker sort of way. You won’t find me going through your trash or following your tour bus. I don’t even know where you live. Your press people don’t just give that sort of information away. Besides, I am pretty sure you wrote Skinny Dippin Girl about me. So in that case … maybe you are stalking me? So that actually makes you the creepy fan. But that’s ok. I still like you anyway. Because that is love.

Anyhow, I am writing to you today because I am going to have to miss your show tonight in San Francisco. It’s devastating I know. You see, I already purchased tickets to Patty Griffin and Amos Lee. And frankly, I’ve just known Patty longer. She’s gotten me through so many hard times. My college roommates can testify to this. Her music wafted out of my room for like four years straight. I can’t abandon her now. Not for a boy. Not even for you.

So Joe please don’t be upset with me. And please don’t take this as a sign that I am not steadfast in my devotion to you. I will see you in October at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. I swear there is no one else but you in my rotation. (And Patty.) Ok. Fine. There’s Ray Lamontagne and Ryan Adams. Bob Schneider and Josh Ritter, Paulo Nutini and Josh Rouse. But after that I swear – no one. And tonight, when listening to Patty and Amos sing I will be thinking only of you.

Hugs and kisses



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