OT (well, I guess not, since there is no T here): Hubs and I saw Marc Broussard at the Diana Wortham Theater in Asheville Sunday night.
A couple got up and slow-danced to one of his songs, probably blocking the view from the first couple of rows, and an usher gently moved them back to their seats. Marc commented on this on the next song, and his line (I love this) was that his goal was to send one couple home pregnant per concert, because he's all about romance.
Somewhere or other, we have a picture of him from 2005 with my daughters, one still in her too-short-for-legal private school plaid kilt, taken in the South Knoxville Disc Exchange. He was 22, still beardless, shorter than both of them, with his arms around both. He looked like a happy guy. lol
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