little lamb

This is literally (literally!) one of my favorite things I've ever seen.  Jonathan Richman crying over a William Blake poem.  Awwww!!! Not a dry seat in the house, as Ed C. would say.  This LIVING LEGEND is playing at the Blue Lamp tonight.  There is not an opening act listed.  I would guess your best bet would be to show up at 830 (or 9 if you have a friend there who would text you what's going on, I'll do it if you want) and you can be home in bed by 10:30.  You know where I would love to see him play?  Bows and Arrows.

Here's the gorgeous original that Blake illustrated and below's the text

The Lamb

BY WILLIAM BLAKE
 Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life, and bid thee feed

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly, bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice?

         Little Lamb, who made thee?

         Dost thou know who made thee?

         Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,

         Little Lamb, I'll tell thee:

He is called by thy name,

For he calls himself a Lamb.

He is meek, and he is mild;

He became a little child.

I a child, and thou a lamb.

We are called by his name.

         Little Lamb, God bless thee!

         Little Lamb, God bless thee!