I saw this lovely young woman in concert last night. →[More:]Historically, I've had bad experiences with opening acts. One shitty local punk band was, swear to god, following me around in 2002, opening for nearly every act I saw for six months. It was traumatic.

Ms. Melissa McClelland, though, was a breath of fresh air. All alone with her guitar, she played a half-hour set of bluesy folk songs; at the break, the line to buy her CDs stretched from the merch table to the bar. As well it should have.