About the video below, I believe I was at this particular performance. It was at the Beacon Theatre in April, 2007. I heard the opening chords and I heard her voice start in and my heart pretty much ripped open. The first time I heard “Nobody’s Crying” by Patty Griffin, I was crying.
I know I’ve raved about this song before. It goes through definite long, repetitive cycles for me, and this past year was no exception. And, not so strangely enough, it’s playing right now. 2009. JANUARY. Sticking with the relationship songs, it’s kind of the story of my life, or the beginning of my life, indirectly, like, right now, if you look at it from the right angle. If you’ve ever had any kind of heartache, I dedicate this song to you. Pay particular attention to the bridge that begins, “May you dream you are dreaming in a warm soft bed.”
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He jumps in the taxi for the sky
He’s off to face some demon dragonfly
He looks at me one long last time
Turns away again and I wave goodbye
In an envelope inside his coat
Is a chain I wore around my throat
Along with a note I wrote
It said I love you but I don’t even know why
Darling I wish you well on your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you’re trying
I just had this secret hope
But sometimes all we’d do is cope
That somewhere on the steepest slope
There’s an endless rope and nobody’s crying
The long night turns into a couple of long years
Of me walking around and round this trail of tears
With the very loud voices of my own fears
Ringing and ringing in my ears
It says that love was long gone
Every move I make is all wrong
Because you never gave a damn for me
For anything, for anyone
Darling I wish you well on your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you’re trying
I just had this secret hope
But sometimes all we’d do is cope
That somewhere on the steepest slope
There’s an endless rope and nobody’s crying
May you dream you are dreaming on a warm soft bed
May the voices inside you that fill you with dread
Make the sounds of thousands of angels instead
Tonight where you might be laying your head
I wish you well on your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you’re trying
I still have this secret hope
But sometimes all we’d do is cope
That somewhere on the steepest slope
There’s an endless rope and nobody’s crying
A Little Thinking 
You don’t have to ask me how I feel about this song. I wish I could come up and see her with you in February but my brother is coming that same weekend. Elena is learning how to play her guitar and I like to show her YouTube videos of Patty.