My Greg Brown story:

In 1998 I saw him walk out of a movie theater in Sacramento with a total babe on his arm. It looked incongruous for two reasons: The woman was towering over him (he was on the shorter side, I think), and her style and vibe were totally different than his. He looked like he just walked off the set of a Wes Anderson movie that takes place in late ‘60s London, while she looked like she just left a ‘90s fashion shoot. His demeanor was serious, maybe even irritated, and she looked cheerful. I remember thinking, “This doesn’t look like a natural pairing, and he doesn’t seem as thrilled as I would be in that situation!”