Our friends took us for a yummy dinner and to see Linda Tillery last night. She was fantastic, but my husband complained that she talked too much. I see his point, but I enjoyed it. Maybe because it was her birthday celebration, she was turning 67, and she was loosey goosey in a way that's natural and not staged. She seemed more genuine on stage that most entertainers. She used a crutch to get on stage, and sat while she sang, and appeared to be demostrating for us the vissisitudes of aging. But her voice was strong and young, and the musicians backing her up were fantastic, though they sported some powerful gray hair. Before she began the main show, she brought out a 17 year old man who played guitar and piano, and he was extraordinarily gifted. So we experienced the joy of a young guy on his way up and the pure pleasure of experienced, older folk reveling in their art.
Since it's Bill's and my birthdays, it seemed as if she was celebrating us as well. She told stories of her childhood and experiences performing traveling all over the world. There was a sense of a life being summed up. I felt the power of that as much as the songs. So, no, the rambling didn't bother me, in fact, it charmed me. I felt I had a glimpse into a soul on stage. It was a spiritual experience.
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