Ben Folds, Good to See Ya, Again

In, oh, what was it, 1996? My friend Ed introduced me to Ben. It was a magical moment. And when I say introduced I don’t mean he said, hey listen to this CD. Oh NO. He gestured to the diminutive fellow to his right and said, “MJ,” (’cause we’re friends like that), “I’d like you to meet Ben,” and we shook hands and chatted awkwardly and I realized how freaking tall I am and then said, “Well, hey, you’ve got a show to do.” This was back in the Ben Folds Five days. I had been slavishly devoted to the band since I saw them the first time in 1995 and since then have seen Ben live oh, seven, eight times.

TONIGHT, yes, oh, yes, tonight, he’s here in Charlottesville for a FREE show at UVA. Angela will be seethingly jealous.

The girl and I are going to do our best imitation of UVA students and go. BECAUSE WE CAN. It’ll be good to see Ben again.