To take one more breath from the diving bell

The Jay show was AMAZING! Despite the rain, and the cold, and the shady J bus ride down to Carrboro, it was one of the best nights of music I've ever experienced.

Nick and I got there in the middle of the opener, Meghan Coffee. I'd group her with the Martha Wainwright category of "Bloody Mother Fuckin' Asshole" singers, except with much less profanity. She had this one fantastic song about New York subways and not finding love in the city and I thought about you. Perhaps she will play it at next week's show. And also the song "Rockefeller." I bought her albums; I shall lend.

Jay was adorable, as usual. He had two guitars and a turntable and he took requests! Of course, everyone wanted to hear Mexico and Say Goodnight (and even My Guitar -- how the hell was he going to do that?) and he played all that and more. He played an original song called either Invisible Sun or Invinceable Sun, which was fantastic. He told the story of Cathedrals (which I had never heard before, and which was UHHHMAZING; maybe he'll tell it at the New York show. It involves wacky drugs, a bag of fruit and urination), and then played it. I yelled at the top of my voice for him to play The Diving Bell -- and he did. I may have been the only one in that club who had ever heard the song before. It's the most beautiful I've ever heard him sing (and that includes Forget My Loss). If he takes any requests when you're there, get him to do that one. It will blow you away.

It was definitely worth the thirty-minute wait for the J bus back, and the fifteen-minute wait for the P2P, and all the cold wetness. We made friends with two girls who live in Nick's building and commiserated about the sadness of the band breaking up and didn't really care that we had to get up for 8 a.m.s and work in the morning.

I hope next week's show is just as magical for you! This picture here is everyone raising their hands for requests. Although you can't see it very well, every time the applause started to fade, the hands shot up. He was picking raised hands rather than shouted stuff, which is why it was amazing that he even heard me yell.

Your gay porn story made me laugh out loud! I'm sorry that it traumatized you, but seriously -- only in New York! Hee hee. And it pleases me that you enjoyed you some OTH. I can't wait till season four starts in two weeks! Mean Dan is truly a douchebag -- you should have thrown your drink in his face! He was even the villain in a Lifetime movie! You know that is bad!

I'm running off to film class now, but here's one more adorable picture to make your day.

So cute! I love Jay!

xxxAnnie

ps let's make banana nut pancakes again when I come up in October, kay?