Jim and I went to the Gordon Lightfoot concert last night at Aliante Station. Aliante is a beautiful new hotel on the northern outskirts of town. The showroom was small and very intimate. We had perfect seats - fifth row exactly in the center. It felt like Gordon was making eye contact with us all night (even though he probably couldn't actually see much of the audience because of the lights shining on him and the band). He was perfect. He sang for almost two straight hours. He told one joke and one anecdote about Doug Kershaw and Jerry Jeff Walker. The rest was pure, beautiful music. His concerts are magical. We saw him for the first time last spring in Nanaimo on Vancouver Island. If you haven't listened to his music in a while, pull up some of his videos on YouTube. You'll fall in love with him all over again. His old songs, his new songs - lovely, magical, ethereal. His band - fabulous musicians.
We grabbed a bite to eat after the concert. This was a big night for us. We didn't go to bed until after midnight. For us, that's late. We get up at 4:30 a.m. every morning. This morning, we got up at 5:30. (Thank you, cats and dogs, for not meowing and barking for your breakfast.)
I'm trying to work in some painting. Why is it so hard to squeeze into the schedule?