Today I learned that my physical and social unease in crowds and my irritation over poor planning trumps my love for live folksy music. A small performance by one of your favorite artists in a local bookstore sounds quite enjoyable but then I am reminded that I live in Los Angeles where the words small and local don't really mean small and local. It turned out to be not what I had in mind and I will not venture out to anything similar in the future.
For now I will just listen to the lovely Ingrid Michelson at home. You can listen with me here.
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