She's a hum-dinger...folksinger.
No doubt you've heard Bob's version, so I'll treat you with Joanie's instead.
I met her once, sort of.
I was at Printer's Ink in Palo Alto, She was sitting at a table in the cafe, reading a book and drinking a cup. She was an elegant, beautiful, even stunning middle-aged woman; undyed grey hair in a bob, expensively but conservatively dressed.
Our eyes met briefly, she must have known I recognized her, and she knew I knew. But I had no desire to intrude on her privacy and walked past her with just a nod, not slowing down. She rewarded me with a lovely smile.