have to interrupt my own story about the Sandra Cisneros interview to tell you this:

Last night I saw Rhett Miller play at the Mercury, and it had been a bad day and a frustrating evening, one of those where you are just why WHY WHY bother because blah-blah-blah, but let me tell you that none of this is important when Rhett Miller is belting out a chorus, flinging around his sweaty hair, and the girls are screaming and falling all over each other every time he shakes his little hips like he's Elvis or something and the guys are taking notes and dying of envy and Rhett is just smiling, smiling. "Okay," he said when he came back out onstage for the second encore. "One more song and then you guys have to promise to go home. Oh who am I kidding? I'd play for you all night." Now that is what I'm talking about.