By this time, I was becoming a regular at the Ritz Theater. On my first trip there, my Dad had driven me and had waited outside to pick me up. My friend Dave drove for my second show there, and we'd been going out to clubs on most weekend since, so when tickets for Edie Brickell went on sale I naturally assumed that Dave and I would be making a trip of it once again. Instead, I found myself in the somewhat unenviable position of being the guy who was tagging along on the girls' night out.
Dave and indeed none of my male friends had any interest in hippie music in general and Edie Brickell in particular. Luckily though, Dave's girlfriend and her friends DID, so I wrangled up a ticket and piled into the car with the girls for a thoroughly sissy experience.
I had a huge crush on Edie Brickell at the time, which helped to make the night seem less awkward. I was wearing out copies of her albums around this time and somehow seeing her squat and sing along with her nine piece band was thrilling. Edie Brickell was one of the first women on stage to steal my heart, though she wouldn't be the last.
There's a weird thing that happens sometimes when I have an emotional reaction to music and to the people who make it. I can't say that I've ever been the kind of person who collected photos of actresses or singers or that I've ever had a gym locker full of cut-outs of bombshells, or that I've ever considered a subscription to lad rags--no I've never fantasized about getting together with a celebrity. But sometimes being at a show and knowing that a woman who writes songs that I love is right there performing melts me. As a 15 year old audience member (and let's face it, this doesn't change with age,) it's completely irrational to think that because you have such a strong connection to someone's music that you must have things in common and therefore that a relationship must be, though slight, a real possibility indeed.
Nevertheless, I remember feeling kind of ill when I found out that Edie had gotten together with Paul Simon, especially after all we'd shared that night at the Ritz! Though I haven't listened to an Edie Brickell record in years and in fact I never got the album after the Ghost of a Dog one, to this day I can't see a Paul Simon record without thinking: Dick.