A story about Emmylou Harris
Well, ok, I didn’t meet her actually. She played at the now defunct Zephyr club in SLC. I was at the front of the club, maybe 1 foot away from her standing on the little stage. I sensed I made her a bit uncomfortable, sort of staring at her with an intense worshipful stalkerlook. I was really harmless, but, I think I seemed creepy. Anyway, she sang, almost as if in response, “Lookin’ for Water from a Deeper Well”. Of course, I know that.
