I actually don't think crush is the right word.
Last night, I was front row at his Houston House of Blues show; the first time I've seen him in almost 20 years. (I'll never forgive my husband for not letting me go to his Houston show in July 2001 when we got off our return flight from Norway about an hour before it started and we still had to drive home to Austin...never.) I was "the one wearing the shirt of the band I'm going to see"; the shirt I bought in 1984 at an Astroworld concert, put away for safekeeping, and now have only worn once.
But the show rocked! And I'm glad somebody in line had an extra ticket for my sister, since I bought the last one from the box office three weeks before the show. Except maybe I shouldn't have tried so hard to get her in because she took home a drum stick and a guitar pick. Hooker.
I hope I don't have to wait till I'm 50 to see him again. I don't think he will look this good at 64.
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