As I look back through the years I have rarely been satisfied by a televised performance, on a variety show or talk show, by a band or artist that I truly loved, and GPN on Ellen fell into that pattern.  The time is too short, the set too antiseptic, and my hope and need for the world to be blown away by that which I love inevitably crashes down against every imperfection, both real and imagined, that I perceive.  (I realize that this may say more about me than it does about the band or the show.)

I don't get too exorcised over negative comments, like those published in the main article, made by the unknowing and uninformed.  I'm actually amused by them.  Or as Dylan once said, "But I mean no harm, nor put fault on anyone who lives in a vault."  It just makes me sad that the message didn't really come through. 

The other side of the coin has to do with a certain level of ambivalence.  Of bands that I have fallen for in their relative youth, other than GPN, I don't believe any have ever held out the promise for real main stream success.  GPN does have that promise, and while I wish them all the success that they deserve, there is a small part of me that selfishly rues the day when they will graduate from small clubs to increasingly larger and larger venues.