Sweet Troubled Soul

amandapalmer:

nobody was in this sports bar except 25 people watching the st. louis baseball team play in the world series.
they set us up….under the giant TV screen. everyone watched the game 20 inches above our head while we tuned and set up a mic. we decided to leave the piano and drums in the car and just play guitar and sing.
i said to brian, ”i can’t.”
brian said, ”you must.”
…and so we did. brian was always a little braver than me with gigs like that.
we played 3 acoustic songs and nobody listened - i think i might have actually started to cry during “two-headed boy”, which i stated to brian would be Our Last Fucking Song Then We Were Out Of This Fucking Sports Bar.
at the very end of the song, as brian strummed his last, triumphant, don’t-give-a-fuck-if-you-people-have-never-heard-of-neutral-milk-hotel-i’m-still-playing-my-heart-out-chord, the entire crowd burst into a huge roaring applause.
st. louis had scored a home run.