With Ry and Gus gone for 2 weeks, the house is pretty quiet. Curt and I cashed in some alone-time with tickets to Lyle at Meijer Gardens last night. I love his shows. We go every time. I love that they always dress in suits (without jackets, since it was pushing 100° last night). I love that he lets his band p l a y. Encores are not crowd-favorite songs or extended singing, no. He turns the spotlight on his band and let’s them go while we dance. I love how he talks to the crowd. Before last night’s set, he walked out with a fancy camera and said they were just about to start but wondered if he could take our (collective) picture? And I love that he’s a story-teller. His songs are funny and heartbreaking- sometimes both. He’s old school in the best possible way. No openers, long sets, everybody plays. It’s a good show.
These nights remind me of what an introvert I am. I am a magnet for ridiculous people, my hand to heaven. But it was worth it. To sit with Curt. To hear the familiar music. To watch some masters play. Good show… despite the crowd. Good show.