When I pick favorites, they tend to stick. Even after I've found something that speaks to me on a greater, or just profoundly different level, I don't change my answer. It takes a lot of thinking. A lot of deciding. And tonight I'm owning up to my "official" favorite musician. Abigail Washburn (with and without The Sparrow Quartet), you win. Any album I can listen to repeatedly for almost a year, and not want to stray from, is rare. And valued.
And, hey, I saw you at Relix in Knoxville back in November. One of the best concerts ever. Now the only thing I have to ask myself is, why was I not at the Blue Plate Special the day you guys played? Seriously?
Really. I work right across the street from this place. I eat lunch there (they make a quality pimento cheese sandwich), from time to time. How did I miss this?
How many times have I rocked out to that very song while driving past that very building?* I'll tell you.
But it wouldn't be an Abigail Washburn post without my favorite Abigail Washburn song:
Oh. Oh. Be still, my heart.
P.s. I love your hair.
*Yeah, I rock out to bluegrass. What about it?