Happy-sad

If you know me, you know that I love Kristin Hersh. Since I started this half-assed blog, I've thought a lot about how to write about her, but I haven't taken the plunge. I don't want to sound like a pathetic, obsessed fan ... the best way I can say it is that she's like a very cool friend who inspires me to be a better person; a strong, crazy, talented woman who puts love first and makes the world a better place—in short, the kind of person I hope I get to be before I die.

So, today, I went to her blog for the first time in a couple of weeks, and was instantly elated to read this line: "We moved to Portland, Oregon a couple days ago." I might see Kristin at a show, or in line at a coffee shop? Holy shit! I knew this was a good day.

Then I went on to read the whole post, and, like so much of what she writes, it took me from elation to sadness in about a minute. Please read it, and keep your eye out for a brilliant little pixie-looking lady with a mouth like a sailor ... now living right here in Stumptown!