[portrait is a challenge to take a photo of your self each week for one year]
We are fortunate in Grand Rapids to have a summer series of concerts at Meijer Gardens outdoor amphitheater. They are rain or shine shows… and I’ve been to both. Indigo Girls in a full-on thunderstorm? Two-stepping with Lyle Lovett and his Big Band at dusk? Yes. Yes, I have.
When H’s husband decided (ha!) to go out-of-town on business instead of use his ticket to see Brandi Carlile, I was happy to step in and be her date. Every one… and I do mean EVERY ONE, has been talking about this girl. Her voice. Her stage presence. Her history. Her soul. And I thought, well… I’ve been around a lot of music in my life. Honestly. How fantastic could she be?
She’s pretty great. She’s actually maybe the best thing I’ve seen or heard. I know that’s saying a lot… and I’m not giving up Patty or anything ridiculous like that. It’s just time, I think, to make some room on Patty’s pedestal. I do not think she would mind one bit. This girl, well, she’s good.
I was so very happy last night. Happy. Happy to be out with a good friend. Happy to eat a picnic dinner with live music serenading me. But happy, especially, for that old feeling of familiar music. It’s been on a break, I suppose, and possibly vacationing with whoever does the dishes around this joint. Not singing regularly with those greater than I has taken me out of a loop of practice and theory and inspiration… and it shows. When I look back over the last couple years… it shows.
Last night it just came sauntering back, a little smirk on its face and a serious rhythm in its step. Welcome back, Friend. I’ve missed you. Come on in and stay awhile. or Forever.
Do I know who you’ve been listening to lately?