Watching Patty Griffin in concert was something I'm not likely to forget. Punctuated by the fact that I was standing only ten feet away from her. Ten. One and zero. Yeah... she looked at me... a lot... probably because I was the tallest woman there.
up with a wife bouncing off the ground and screaming)
I mention the ten
came out singing "Chief" - which was unreal. Because what are the
odds that she'd play my favorite song? I was frantically torn
between the desperate need to video tape, take pictures or just enjoy the
moment. I tried to do all three. She
was just so
good. And that's a woeful understatement.
of her songs were from her latest album, American
Kid - which worked perfectly because I got to hear her rock
"Don't Let Me Die in Florida" - a piece that reminds me of my great
grandfather, Andrew Divers.
But there were several old gems she pulled
out of her back-pocket-repertoire, including "When It Don't Come
Easy" - a personal favorite during my infertility years. And "Heavenly Day" - words that I hum while I'm hiking with my kids.
didn't sing "Burgundy Shoes" or "Mother of God" - but she
closed out her encore with "Truth #2" and I felt like I was skipping
all the way home.
"Tomorrow may rain with sorrow
Here's a little time we can borrow
Forget all our troubles in these moments so few
All we've got right now, the only thing that
All we really have to do
Is have ourselves a heavenly day
Lay here and watch the trees sway
Oh, can't see no other way, no way
Heavenly day, heavenly day, heavenly day"