Just one more old broken bone that cannot mend.
That was a fairly ambitious weekend. Saturday, the Jeff and I went for a hike out in Middletown (chilly!) and then decided to lunch at the Half Moon Cafe--where we fortuitously ran into
Yesterday, I went to tai chi (we're continuing our overview of styles: this week we did Eight Pieces of Brocade, and it was really neat).
Afterwards, however, I drove up to Boston to have dinner with
A drunken softball team (or something) off to House Left was yelling in a manner more fitting for a Motley Crue concert, but eventually the ushers intervened, and the music... was just amazing. I'm a huge Emmylou fan, and I've always liked Patty Griffin an awful lot, but I've not been a big fan of Shawn Colvin, and I'm here to say I'm wrong. The studio versions of her songs do not begin to do justice to her guitar playing or her stage presence. She was astounding.
They were so obviously having so much fun up there--Emmylou with her silver hair shining under the stage lights and her bracelets glittering, Shawn with her guitar player arms, patty making fun of her inability to remember to plug in her guitar, the three of them declaring that they were changing the band name to the "Wicked Tarts"* in honor of Boston and dessert. Emmylou opened, more or less, with "Red Dirt Girl," and Patty did "Rain," and I'd say a single perfect tear crossed my cheek except really I was crying like a little girl.
And then they covered Tom Waits' "Hold On," and it was just about all over.
They really made my night, however, with Shawn's song "I'm Gone," and a soft and sorrowful version of "The Pearl," which some of you may remember was the unofficial theme song of Carnival, along with Vienna Teng's "Gravity."
Nothing has changed
Since the last time I came
My pride and my hat in my hand
I never sleep well
I still kiss and tell
And I do not pay the band.
Yeah.
*pronounced wickhed taht