“But if there were no music, then I would not get through.”
30 minutes ago I was listening to the last of a three song encore set by Shawn Colvin at Sucide 6 in Pomfret, VT. She closed with These Old Walls, a song I love. Honestly, she played all my favorites, mostly old songs from Fat City and Steady On, which was nice. I didn’t miss Sonny Came Home one bit.
- Fill Me Up
- These Four Walls
- Back Home to You
- Shotgun Down the Avalanche
- Summer Dress
- Wichita Skyline
- Hold On (a Tom Waits cover)
- That Don’t Worry Me Now
- I Don’t Know Why
- Another Round of Blues
- I’ll Be Back Again
- If These Walls Could Speak
A small ski area north of Woodstock. My friend Christine from work joined me. We spread a rough blue blanket on the thin grass of the bunny slope, center stage, with a good view. She sneaked in some wine and brought delicious chicken tortilini salad from The Woodstock Farmer’s Market. I brough snackie foods–olives, cheese, crackers, homemade bean dip, veggies. We basked in the last of the sun and tasted around the spread while Lori McKenna awed us with her opening act. A different sound entirely from Shawn with her rough voice and big, bold, slightly twangy songs and funny, personal interludes. I was an instant fan, disapointed that this was the first time we’d been introduced. Intermission was short and Shawn came on quietly, without introduction, and launched right into Twilight. She didn’t say much–one small story about playing second billing to a Tractor Pull in Missouri a few years back, another to note that she wrote These Four Walls when she’d finally realized she had a child (her daughter was 8 or 9 at the time of this revelation). She was gracious and quiet, thanking us for our applause and gratitude. She played all my favorites and some of hers (Tom Waits Hold On and These Old Walls, a Jimmy Webb cover).
To Ted–I missed you tonight. I wished only that you were there to sit and sway and tap your foot with me as the music washed over the hillside. I thought of you when she played Wichataw Skyline and even explained to Christine about the crickets and the train wistle…wait for it…
To my babies–you may be just a dream to me now, but tonight, I imagined walking you around in the evening and in the middle of the night and singing some of these songs to you…and someday, I promise, I will.
“I don’t know why I know these things, but I do.”