meeting Lucinda

Yeah, I finally got to meet her. My dad and I had waited longer than anybody and were the only ones left. Eventually she came out and talked to us and it was so surreal. Just me, my dad, Lucinda and Tom talked for a pretty long time. The first thing she said was “Bless your hearts!”. I was so nervous that I didn’t even saying anything about how much I loved her songwriting–I only said I really liked her style of guitar playing on the blues songs. But she exceeded my expectations of her graciousness to fans. After all, she didn’t even have to stay and talk to us. It was really cool. 😀

@tonyg wrote:

I met Lucinda once. In a bar. I bought her a beer. She took the bottle and smashed it over my head. Then she told me to get the hell out or she was going to gut me like a fish.

Oh wait, that wasn’t Lucinda. Never mind.

Hmmmm. Maybe you shouldn’t be hanging around in bars, tonyg. Sounds dangerous! 😆 😉

Tom

Eh,a slang word for head, in uk , is dish try that an hum, I bottled out of waiting behind ,after the Perth(scotland) concert last summer, to star struck.