It’s not even 7:00 a.m. and I’ve posted three pieces of ugly: a link to a story about the hate and racism that still exists in this country (yes, my Republican friends will disagree with that statement — and I believe you would be wrong); a reblog of a post about an eight-month-old dying because of a distracted driver; and a reblog of a poem about a fortuneteller giving somebody the date of their death. Yep, pretty much got it covered: racism, hate, death and, yes, death again.
So … here’s something good.
I went to this great concert last year. Bob Dylan. He wasn’t the great part, however. I’ll never understand the appeal of a man who makes it impossible to understand what he is saying. No, the great part was his opening act — Mark Knopfler, who fronted a band of incredibly talented musicians playing all sorts of different instruments. I would have much rather sat and listened to Mr. Knopfler for another hour or two than muddling through Dylan. Since that concert, I’ve become committed to seeing similar acts. Last night, I added another to my list.
On Friday, the local paper had an article about a singer coming to the Mondavi Center at UC Davis yesterday. As the article described it, it was exactly the type of concert I want more of. A talented singer fronting a large group of musicians. I own one CD by this artist and have never really got into him that much. Spur of the moment, I bought a ticket and went.
The concert opened with an instrumental piece performed without the “name” on stage. Thirteen musicians, playing the following: violin, piano, steel guitar, bass, drums, cello, guitar, mandolin, bass guitar, tenor sax, alto sax, trombone, and horn. Each one of them got a brief solo in that opening song. It ended and the piano player began playing a simple yet elegant tune and Lyle Lovett sauntered on to the stage and blew the place away. I never would have thought this possible, but Lyle Lovett defines cool.
What a great, incredible show. The man performs without ego. He entertains with his voice, his storytelling songs, his humor, and above all, he gives the musicians who travel with him much of the limelight. His main backup singer was a man with a voice that could knock down walls and Lovett was more than willing to give him a platform to wow the crowd.
If you ever have a chance, go see Lyle Lovett, even if you’ve never really listened to him much. He’s a must see.