Big Guy and I went to see Ryan Adams at the Walt Disney Concert Hall a couple of weeks ago. I heart Ryan Adams. So do lots of other people, especially the woman that screamed, “I LOVE you, Ryan Adams!!!!!!” in between songs. If you know RA, you know that his shows aren’t full of mosh pits and heavy metal guitars. So, everyone heard this profession of love. In fact, it echoed a bit in the rafters.
RA handled it with panache. He said, “Thank you. I think you love me because I write sad, sad, songs.” It’s true. I love RA because he sings sad, sad, songs. In fact, a close friend once commented that I like music that makes her feel as if she is dying. I’ve also noticed that I have a penchant for musicians that either have been or currently are addicted to heroin. Sad, sad, music, indeed.
I’ve noticed that I write sad, sad, posts, but how could I not? Infertility is a sad, sad place to be. With that said, I would like to apologize to the unwitting web searcher that came upon my blog after searching google for “Knitting Free Patterns For Baby 2012″. They linked through to Fertility Free Friday: Knitting, a not so sad, sad place to be. But still, reader beware, this is a sad, sad blog with sad, sad posts.