patty griffin

When You Meet Your Idol In An Airport - Day 23 #31DaysOfBlogging

So, apparently this year was a year where we got to meet some of our favorite artists. Remember back in March we met Amy Grant? Epic.

Well in September, we got to meet another musical idol of ours, Patty Griffin. We saw her play at Red Rocks on September 30th, and the show was amazing.


The next morning, we loaded up our rental car, grabbed a coffee and bagel at Einstein Bros, and headed to the Denver airport. We were heading back to Nashville that afternoon.

We were sitting at the gate, as you do, drinking our Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf Iced Coffee (Thank you, Lord,) and probably scrolling through Instagram, again, as you do. I (Jill) got on the phone to call the hair salon we go to in Nashville because I had to change our upcoming appointments.

As I’m talking to the receptionist, I look across the way from us, and sitting right there in plain sight, with a big bottle of Smart Water and a travel guitar case, is you guessed it, PATTY freaking GRIFFIN. Surely that is not her real middle name, but for the time being, let’s say that it is.

I would like to offer an honest apology to the receptionist at Hunter Paige Salon for what happened next.

I lost my ability to communicate. I start tapping Kate trying to subtly point out who was sitting there across from us...OUR FAVORITE SONGWRITER EVER. I am also trying to tell the receptionist that I need to change two appointments for Jill and Kate, but I can’t get out words, I tell her I am Kate, I tell her the wrong date, and I hear absolutely nothing she says to me in return.

Meanwhile, Kate is not getting my hints at what I am trying to tell her, and she is all but fully annoyed at me, and practically making a scene.


I tell the receptionist I will call her back. Some things can wait, ya know? (Sorry, again. I was probably so rude.)

I get off the phone and tell Kate, kind of like how Chandler says, “I’m-in-an-ATM-vestibule-with-Jill-Goodacre,” that “We’re-in-the-gate-area-with-Patty-Griffin.”

At this point, Kate understand what I’m saying, looks up, sees Patty, and proceeds to start weeping. YOU GUYS...WEEPING. (If you want to see this in real time — go to our instagram and watch the highlighted “Colorado” story.) She couldn’t control her emotions. JOIN ME, WON’T YOU? I’d been trying to tell her this for a matter of minutes.

Now, we are pretty careful when it comes to seeing notable people in public places. We know that they get approached a lot and we have a general rule that we really don’t approach them. But Kate insisted that this was a different scenario. This is our all-time favorite songwriter and we needed to just thank her for putting all of the goodness she has put into the world, for the ways she has inspired us in so many ways.

So after much back and forth, (I really didn’t want to at first,) we walked over to her and said that we had been at her show last night, it was incredible, and thanked her for making the art she has made...that she’s a huge inspiration to us. She was lovely and appreciative, and her manager (we think) was there with her who was also very kind to us.

As we got on the plane, we had this moment of realizing that we were flying to Nashville with Patty Griffin (okay, with may be a generous word) but we were sharing that space with her for two hours and that was pretty freaking cool.

Not sure why there is weird lighting…but this was the flight (!!!!)

Not sure why there is weird lighting…but this was the flight (!!!!)

Inspiration is such a huge part of life. It’s how we all keep going, it’s where we find creativity inside of us, it’s what really touches our souls. It was such a cool full circle moment for us to meet this woman who has inspired us so much in our songwriting journey.

If you want to hear some amazing Patty Griffin songs, click here. 

If you want to find out other ways we get inspired, check out our free eBook, Inspired, a 30 Day Guide To Inspiration here.

Same place, same time tomorrow?


Patty, Puking, and Paramedics.

It was supposed to be the perfect Monday. A Monday that would end in basking in the presence of Patty Griffin in all of her Ryman glory. We bought tickets the day they went on sale. This was NOT a show we were going to miss. Well, we DID technically miss the show...and the night looked a little more like this:

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So, let's back up to Sunday. Jill woke up not feeling great. The stomach bug that has been going around Nashville had  found its way over to her. She felt awful most of the day and was pretty out of it, but pulled herself together for our StageIt show. I, on the other hand, was feeling totally 100% fine.

Fast forward to Monday morning at around 2am...I wake up feeling not so great. I was super nauseous. Then I finally started throwing up at 4am. I had gotten whatever Jill had. I had a fever. But it still did not cross my mind that I would not be attending that Patty show.

Jill felt better Monday. I laid in bed most of the day and was feeling a little better by the afternoon and was going to fight through to make it to see Patty on stage at 8:30PM.

*All I had eaten was 2 pieces of dry toast and ginger ale...all day.*

Before I left the house at around 7:00pm, I took an anti-nausea pill (ones that I had left over from the stint of Ecoli I'd had a few years back...doesn't my life just sound peachy?) We got to the Ryman. We waited outside for our friend Ryan. We sat outside trying to get as much fresh air as possible...and then I started feeling really queezy again. Then it got real bad. So I walked around the side area of the outside of the building and threw up. Yup, I'm the girl that throws up outside of the Ryman...totally sober. But guys...that's how badly I wanted to see Patty. I wiped the throw-up from the side of my mouth pulled myself together...and felt a little better. So we headed inside.

Not the smartest decision I've ever made. If I was sick enough to be throwing up I should have gone home...but, Patty rules all, so I had to try.

We sat in our seats. I was feeling better. The opener was just introducing his last song...and then Patty came out and sang with him...YAY...I had made it...I saw Patty sing! He finishes. House lights go up. And that's when everything went south for me. I started feeling really hot and queezy. I started feeling light-headed. Finally I looked at Jill and Ryan and said I need to go because I thought I was going to faint.

I stood up to walk up the stairs and everything went fuzzy. I fainted right at the top--I think on one of those precious 85 year old ushers they have at the Ryman. They are so cute in their red coats. Poor guy didn't even see me coming. I came back to consciousness with everyone staring at me and I tried to get back up...everything was fuzzy. Even my hearing. It sounded like I was in a fish bowl...and that freaked me out. I stood up walked a few feet and then collapsed again. That's when they got me a wheelchair and called the paramedics. They wheeled me out to the lobby and I could hear Patty walk onto the stage. *There was nothing but sadness in my heart at this very moment.* I tried to get Jill and Ryan to go back in so they wouldn't miss the show but they wouldn't leave me.

The fire fighters & EMT's came. Checked me out. I felt so awful and just wanted to go home. Did I mention they were really cute? I must have been feeling better because I felt inclined to tell them that they were all really good looking. Go figure.

They said that my blood pressure was reallllllllly low and I was dehydrated and that's why I passed out. I declined the offer for them to take me to the hospital...even though in the romantic comedy that played out in my head that's totally how I would meet my paramedic husband...I would ride back to the hospital and he would dote on me and even though I looked like a hot-horrible-mess who had just fainted he would see my true colors and fall head over heels in love...and it would all start in the back of an ambulance. Back in reality land...

They told Jill and Ryan to take me to the hospital and they did. They checked my heart and started an IV...every single nurse/doctor/janitor that came into my room commented on my VERY EXTREMELY LOW blood pressure. One guy even called it "elementary school girl" blood pressure. HA. After about 3 hours of pumping me full of fluids and anti-nausea meds they let me go.

So that's my crazy story of how my dedication to want to see Patty got the best of me.

I would like to point out that Ryan took all of these pictures as all of this drama unfolded. I mean, he does all of our pictures and videos and so it seemed fitting for him to document this. Haha...he said he felt somewhat inappropriate taking pictures during this, but thought we'd appreciate it later on for a blog post. Well played, Ryan, well played.

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Cute paramedics helping me out.

photo 1Commotion outside the Ryman.

Moral of the story is...I love Patty and would do anything to see her the Ryman. But I really need to pay more attention to my body...when it's telling me to slow down and take it easy I probably should.

Probably also not great that the next day we got on a plane to CO to play a house show for my family/friends...

But I have rested and nothing is better than Mom checking on me and making sure I'm better.


Broke* Releases TODAY!

Guys...this is exciting......Our very dear, dear friend Will Gray's film comes out TODAY. That's right... his documentary will be available on Comcast, Verizon FIOS, and well as for rent/purchase on iTunes, Amazon, Google Play, Vudu & Xbox.

Rent it. Buy it. Download the soundtrack from iTunes. The film will make you cry and laugh and be inspired. It's amazing. Below is a sneak peek of the film...Will's cover of Patty Griffin's "Top of the World" is unreal. We had the pleasure of being in the room when it was filmed and it stands as a lifetime best musical moment for each of was AMAZING. Click the photo to watch the performance of "Top of the World."

Thank you for all of your love and support for him. He is like family to us. So tell your friends, tweet about it, spread the word....



5 Things To Do...

If you feel so inclined... 1. Drink More Coffee (try this new creamer our friend Jenny told us about "Natural Bliss"...yum)

2. Watch Revenge (my favorite show on TV right now...if you haven't seen it, go download all the episodes! It really gets you thinking about revenge, retaliation, forgiveness, etc.)

3. Listen to this song and tell me it's not awesome:

4. Read The Hunger Games. (Give into the masses. It's good. I just read the first book in 2 days and am onto the second.)

5. Forgive someone you're holding a grudge against. ("It's hard to give, it's hard to get, but everybody needs a little forgiveness." -Patty Griffin)

This is all optional. I'm not trying to tell you what to do! Haha. As always, returned suggestions are welcomed. What should we do?


When it don't come easy.

Not only is that one of my favorite songs by Patty Griffin, but it's also a theme that's been on my mind lately. Some things just don't come easy and you wish they would. Why are things so darn hard sometimes? Ah. Why? To get a lot done you have to do a lot. To work hard you have to work really hard. I know it sounds redundant but man, that's really the truth. That's where my head has been at get in the groove of getting stuff done, setting goals and then when you hit a lull or a ditch in the road it reminds me that you have to fight for all you want.

The worst part in all of it is letting your mind win by telling you that you are all alone in the fight. Tisk, tisk self. I don't know about you, but I often fall into that mindset of thinking that it's me against the world...that no one has been where I've been, stood where I stood or tried to do what I've done. Now, that's just silly.

I'm not sure why I decided to write this blog. Oh wait--yes, I am. It was because yesterday was one of those days. You know...just one of those days. Those days when even a stranger can make you feel like everyone is against you.

I ate at a Thai restaurant last night here in Sydney and it was the waiter's sole purpose in life to belittle me and be rude. Rudeness I can handle, yet when he started to make fun of a member of my group, I got a wee bit heated with him. Haha. Yup. It happened. But looking back, that waiter was just a reminder of why sometimes I feel like things don't come easy.

In conclusion...who knows. Maybe I'm just having a sad day. Why do we get sad days? I'm a happy person. I have a great job, great friends, great family--but still find myself having a sad day every now and then. My good friend Reva has a line in one of her songs and it says, "'s not that bad, that's what makes it so bad..." I can totally relate to that line.

If you are having a sad day too, I say embrace it. Let yourself feel sad. For a long time I would freak out if I had a sad day and try to make myself not feel all I was feeling. Screw that. Let yourself feel. Write down what you are thinking (or blog about it like I did..haha.) Talk to someone. Put the Rosie Thomas song "Farewell" on repeat--that's what's been playing while I've been writing this blog.

Hope everyone is okay.



Songwriting is the best thing ever. It's hard work...even when songs come still have to work hard at them. But man...when you get going and you get something you like and other people's the best feeling in the world. It's like a drug. We've been writing a lot as we're getting ready to record this week... If you don't know these songs, stop what you're doing and go listen to them right now:

-"Stay" by Lisa Loeb

-"Stolen Car" by Patty Griffin *written by Bruce Springsteen

-"Waiting Around to Die" by Townes Van Zandt

It's January 5th people...who's still working at their goals? Hope so. If not, that's cool too. It's only day five :) Haha.

More answers to more questions in the very near future.

Miss you like a fat kid misses cake.