And I'm back. Gather round and I'll tell you a tale.
Way back in the early 2000's, I went to see Warren Zevon play. He was enjoying something of a career resurgence, I was a huge fan, and it was my second time getting to see him perform. I won't dwell on the fact that we lost him shortly thereafter.
Jill Sobule was opening for him. The only song I'd ever heard by her was "I Kissed a Girl," and I really enjoyed her set. Funny, poignant, well-written songs. Zevon came out and dueted with her on IKaG to the crowd's delight. As she wrapped up, she said something to the effect of "I'll be back at the merch table. If you want to buy something, I'll sign it so you can put it on eBay." The crowd laughs, of course.
I go back to the merch table because I'd particularly enjoyed one song she sang called "Heroes." I asked her which album it was on, she pointed it out.
"I'll take that one, please," I said, oh so smoothly.
"Do you want me to sign it?"
She looks at me. I look at her. She keeps looking at me. The moment gets awkward.
"Who do I make it out to?"
"Oh, sorry. Make it out to Will."
She signs it, I go on my merry way. I stick the CD in my pocket and don't think about it again during Zevon's set. He's great, of course.
The next day, I finally look at the CD. Then I look again. And again. Finally, later on, I'm hanging out with the same friend who'd gone with me to the show. I ask him to look at it and tell me what it says. After a minute of looking at it:
"Does that say 'To Will: Lame'?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought it said."
All I can come up with is that she really did think I was going to put it on eBay and that's why I didn't initially give her a name to personalize it. So, I have my very own copy of Jill Sobule's "Pink Pearl" album with her stamp that she thinks I'm a goob.