I think Jane did a lot of brain work because both nights when we've gotten home, she has been just exhausted; usually when we get home, she wants to play ball. Today when she was done, I mixed up some powdered K9 Energy Edge for her and she inhaled it. I've never had luck getting her to drink the shake.
There's not a lot of contemporary popular country music that I like, though I do like country music. But, I adore Jack Ingram. Sometimes. I think I fell a little bit in love with him when we saw him open for Todd Snider at The Wild Hare in El Paso, Texas in the early or was it mid-90s? It was our first time seeing them both and WOW! Sold! I haven't followed Jack like I've followed Todd, but I keep an ear out for him and glad he made it big. . .or should I say I'm glad he and his hair have made it big. We've seen him once since that night long ago in El Paso, Texas. We saw him here in Nevada, and I could be wrong, but I think they set up a special fan to blow his bangs whenever he flipped his head, just so. I could be wrong. Never the less, Jack, LOVE YOU!
Whichever the case, I love this song. I sing it under my breath a lot. I thought of it for Jane tonight, after she put in such good work for me this weekend. But, I had a terrible time finding the right YouTube clip. None were terrific. The sound and feel of this one is right, except for the breakdown when he takes it to the crowd. In one he's channeling his inner Todd Snider. In one, his inner Kurt Cobain. Here, his inner frat boy? I don't know. Goodnight moon. Goodnight Jane. Thank you Mary for your time and sheep. Goodnight stars. . .