That was a good one.
Wild Ponies blew us away last night.
I've loved them every time we've seen them, including when they played here back in 2014, but last night was somehow even more special. Telisha's voice just shone, the guitar, the bass, the songs; it was really extraordinary. And it was what I needed. I'd had a lousy week, lots of stress, still coming off mental vestiges of being sick, and in the midst of February, my least favorite month. Wednesday was the anniversary of my sister's death, and next Saturday will be the anniversary of my mother's death. As much as I know those are meaningless dates...they still always hit me. The anniversary of my sister Judi's death is particularly hard, as I expected her to still be with me, going through our lives together. Top it off with my spinal stenosis acting up, and I was in need to something to pull me out of myself, and oh, but they did. They did it not just with their music but with their friendship and kindness. I am so, so lucky.
The crowd was short a few because of the weather...I worried about people on icy roads and walks, but the house felt warm and full and the crowd couldn't have been more enthusiastic. I know I was brought to tears a few times (Jon Byrd's Jackknife, and I can't remember the other time). I mentioned that to Ernie later and he said, "Oh, yeah, me too, of course," kinda like "of COURSE they made me cry Cynthia." Lord I love him.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to Doug and Telisha, and to all that joined us. You all did good. This is the high that balances the expected lows of everyday life. Thank you.
Love to you all.
Travel safely to Eureka Springs and to Folk Alliance Doug and Telisha!