One of "Those People"

In 10 minutes, one of my all-time favorite artists is set to walk on the stage in a small venue no more than four miles from me. She's Shawn Colvin, who I discovered in 1994 at the Kentucky Theatre while I was volunteering for the Troubador Concert Series. Since then, I have learned just about every word of every song on Steady On, Fat City, and A Few Small Repairs.

I haven't kept up with her much lately, and I haven't seen her live since she came to the area in 1997. That's almost 10 years. So why am I sitting here instead of in an orchestra seat at the McGlohon Theatre?

I have no one to go with.

I have become one of "those people" I have always pitied...the ones who never go anywhere or do anything unless they're tagging along with someone else. I made it my mission never to become one of "those people." You know the type. The ones who say nothing is fun if there's no one to share it with. Hogwash, I say! I went to London alone. Twice. I went to Dublin alone. And San Diego. And New York City. But those were all at least three years ago.

Honestly, the thought of going to that show alone has practically no appeal for me whatsoever. And I hate myself for becoming one of "those people." What has happened to me?

When I saw Shawn in '97, I went alone. Unencumbered by the demands of someone else whining to go home because it was a work night, I was able to linger by her tour bus and get my picture taken with her. Unfortunately, it's not very flattering. I wouldn't mind getting another one taken.

Well, I can't feel too badly...she doesn't look so hot, either. But who cares...it's Shawn frickin' Colvin!