We saw the Swell Season (Marketa Irglova and Glen Hansard) at Radio City Music Hall last week. I am still listing a bit, as if I've been on the high seas and even though I'm now on dry land, I can still feel the rise and fall. The passion these musicians express through their music moves right through me--rearranging things, shaking things up as it flows on through.
The highlight of the night for me was, aside from Glen Hansard strumming with wings on his fingers and stomping his foot like a dog when you scratch his sweet spot, was Marketa Irglova inviting her sister up on stage to sing "Gently Johnny." Her sister appeared out of the dark seating area, retreated to a shadowy part of the stage, sang like a dutiful and beautiful angel with her big sister, then wandered off again, without fanfare, into the darkness.
Now I'm left to face the fact that I'm a middle-aged mother of two small children with nothing but two ticket stubs to Radio City Music Hall and some broken high heel shoes to remind me of that fleeting moment when I sailed into the mystic.
Now I'm back to being chief thing finder, knee-deep in crumbs, dog hair, and spilled milk. And I often find myself humming,
"Star star, teach me how to shine, shine, teach me so I know what's going on in your mind. Because I don't understand these people, who say the hill's too steep, they talk and talk forever but they just never climb."
"Mum, Mum, Muuuummmmmmm!" "I'm sorry, Possum. Did you say something?"
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