I don't think I could hold a conversation with Joni; I'm sure I would be too tongue-tied. Maybe I could just nod and do hand gestures. But anyway, a friend and I did "run into" Joni in Wenatchee, WA during the Dylan/Mitchell/Morrison tour in 1998. We had gone to the Saturday show at the Gorge and stayed overnight in Wenatchee before heading back to Gorge for the Sunday show (of course we went to both shows!). That Sunday morning we stopped at a hotel for a late breakfast. As we were finishing, I saw a Big Brown Bus pull up in front of the main entrance, a bus I had seen the day before at the concert. I knew it belonged to Bob, Van or Joni -- so I prayed, left my friend to pay the bill and RAN to the door. There I spied a woman who was obviously a nervous fan waiting for someone special to pass by. Whose bus is this!? I asked her. It's Joni's! I almost died right there. My friend joined the nervous fan and me, and just a few minutes later, there she came, right through the lobby and into the parking lot. She was wearing two hats and carrying a mesh bag full of bananas. I can't remember what she was wearing, other than the hats. Apparently the nervous fan had arranged through someone in Joni's crew for Joni to stop and talk for a few minutes. We respectfully stood back and let the arranged conversation unfold (but remained within earshot of course). They exchanged a few words, Joni explained that she was coming down with a cold, and then she got on the bus. My friend and I jumped in our car (our feet barely touching the ground as we gleefully sailed through the parking lot) and then followed the bus across about 30 miles of brown desert while listening to Hejira. That part was surreal.
Bryan And here's an apology to whomever I offended a while back with my comment about Shawn Colvin, babies, gays, etc. I didn't have to make my point that way...sorry.
