John Prine and Pat McLaughlin

The Show

I'm still kicking myself, probably why I haven't written this review, "If I only had the chance to turn back time" - We were in seats that literally allowed us to elbow up to the stage, and at one point John went back to his table, watered his throat, and walked to the end of the stage.  He looked down at me, adjusting his guitar:
  "Reeda, What do you want to hear?" looking at me as if he's going to get an answer.
  My mind raced to my feet, tripped on them and rolled under the stage. I can see the whole Lyrics section of the shrine (written in a foreign language) - What was that song he never does? What is the name of that song? No, what about THAT song.. I manage to babble...."uba dubbah wabba boo blblblbllb...(my cheeks are burning - I am sooooo not cool), this is the moment that should have come so easy, no Donald and Lydia, Souvenirs, Paradise, Sam Stone requests from me...oh no... go for something really old, not even his,  or never published... something I've never heard him sing live on stage before... I look under the stage for my mind.
  I sputter, turn red, frantically wave my arms  "uh uh uh uh play a new one" (where did that come from? - ugh) He looks a little let down and walks toward the microphone and sings "Sour Grapes" talks about it being one of his oldest songs - definitely a good choice, glad someone could think on their feet... (Did I just hear a boot fall?) 
 John, in between dislodging my foot from my mouth and my brain from under the stage - I've studied for this test ... if you feel like pop quizzing me now, I'll get a good grade. 

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