I don’t have many dreams. Most of the crazy ideas I have are birthed directly into reality: learn photography, make a book, travel to someplace. But I have wanted to see Rachael Yamagata in person since I first heard her raspy, emotionally rich songs years ago, and had so little hope of it happening that it was actually relegated to being a dream. And then she comes to the city I live in, and I have the best night I’ll ever have.
I’ve heard cds that are no where as good as live recordings, and seen bands live that far surpass any recording that you could make. Rachael Yamagata was sick at this point in her tour, sniffles and coughs between songs, and I know this was the best show I’ll ever see for the rest of my life.
Meeting someone you’ve read articles and interviews of in real life can often shatter illusions and disappoint, but nothing of the sort happened for me. If anything those illusions just got a foundation slid under them to tell me I was on the right path from the start. Not only does that voice that impelled me to form a permanent crush sound good under the influence of thera-flu, but in reality it belongs to one of the nicest, friendliest individuals I’ve ever met in my life. I love dreams, especially when they come true in better ways then you could ever know.