I never know what to say after a really amazing concert. Last night’s show was just…wonderful. It was small, and intimate, and they played all of my favorites (I almost thought they weren’t going to play One Prarie Outpost, which would have been really sad, as it’s my favorite song in the world right now, but then they did, and Barry Privett came right up to the front of the stage and stood like four feet away from me while he sang and I died of joy. I’m actually writing this from beyond the grave.), and signed my cd after the show. I was practically skipping I was so excited leading up to the show, and I never stopped bouncing the entire time they were on stage, even though their music isn’t very dance-able. They were all so into it too, and Barry gets so into every song. He really is wonderful to watch. I know I can’t convey how much I enjoyed the show in a blog post, so I’m going to stop trying, but it made me very, very happy. It wasn’t quite as good as the December show, which might have been my favorite concert ever, but it was still so so great. I wish I could see them in Rochester tonight, but no one else wants to go, and I don’t have a car. Or a license. Sigh. If there was ever incentive to take the road test again, this would be it. There will be more shows though- I’ve seen them twice in the past ten months. If this is what this fall is going to be like, I don’t know why I was ever worried about being in Buffalo.