Singing Solo

I’m sitting in the sunshine, feeling the familiar warmth on my skin, and remembering our days in Yuma. I distract myself from the spike of sorrow by wondering what to do with the rest of today.  I have washed the truck and bought dog food – all good responsible Sandy activities.  I also organized the truck inside – didn’t vacuum it but wtf, it’s some progress anyway.  I don’t know what it is that is pushing me today – I feel restless? No. But I want to do something.  Maybe I’ll go into Fergus tonight and watch the live music at the Brew House.  Or maybe not.

I feel like I’m starting to emerge from under the tsunami of grief and sadness that has consumed me for days.  I miss him.  I miss having his hand to hold and his warm smile and his excellent advice. But if I listen to my inner voice he’s there.  He’s still with me.  And as much as that makes me sad and frustrated – I want to see him! – it is also becoming a comfort.  There is a tribe (which tribe? I hear him prompt me – I don’t know Warren, I can’t remember…) that says that no one is really dead until the last day that their name is spoken.

Warren Allen McLeod.

I say his name each morning when I wake up and each night as I fall asleep.  No forgetting on my watch. With that in mind, knowing that he’s still here in one way or another, I feel stronger.  I am starting to pick up the the notes of my life, starting to compose the sound of the each day.  Never more than a day ahead though – I know now that fretting about the future, trying to compose an aria to carry me through – is futile.  We only have the notes for today.  Cherish whatever melody that brings you.

Today I’m composing a solo: my melody is bright and warm with an undertone of melancholy. And  that’s ok.  It fits me right now.

The Grand Ole Opry!

I don’t even know how to start this blog, so many things rush into my mind at the same time.  Not only did we go to The Grand Ole Opry – a name that I’ve heard since I was a child, but we saw some excellent performers. Some established like Charlie Daniels and ‘Whispering’ Bill Anderson, and some new like Mark Wills or debuting like Midlands. The list of performers is here .

Jeannie Seely, who has been with the Opry since 1967, was the host for the first half of the evening and sang a few songs of her own.  Her voice was still strong and her song I Don’t Need You was fantastic.  She has not recorded this song yet, but if you were listening to the Opry live on air Saturday night you would have heard this – I’m hoping she records it.

The host for the second half of the set was Connie Smith – an Opry member since 1965 – and this was the second time we’d seen her this weekend. She does not look 75 and her voice was strong and clear.  She introduced Bobby Osborn & The Rockytop express and they sang Rockytop which basically brought the house down – audience members were ‘Yeehaw-ing!’ and hooting and showing their Rockytop Tennessee pride – it was raucous and fantastic.

We were treated to so many good performances – Mark Wills did 3 songs of Merle Haggard’s: Silver wings, Misery & Gin, and Rambling man – and he did then extremely well and in Merle’s style – one song right after another with no break between them.  It was fantastic. Merle’s music touched everyone.

But for me, and for many I believe, the main event was Charlie Daniels.  At 81 I was expecting to enjoy his performance and, although I wanted to hear his signature ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ , I really did not expect that he would have the energy it would take to play that song. He sang Drinkin’ my Baby Goodbye

 

, and then another song that I’m afraid I can’t remember, because when I was sure he was done he said ‘the next song is one that’s been good to us over the years…’ and I knew it would be The Devil Went Down to Georgia.  I felt like one of those teens that screamed and cried at the Beatles ( I didn’t actually cry but I did scream) – I was so excited! And you could see the absolute delight Charlie and the Band took in performing this song.  Charlie was light on his feet, quick with the bow and grinning from ear to ear when he wasn’t belting out the lyrics.  I am still in awe.  It was one of the best performances we’ve seen this weekend and let’s remember that Warren and I have seen quite a few awesome performers since Thursday!  When Charlie finished the Devil Went Down to Georgia, he left the stage to a standing ovation – the audience was just wild.  Such an great moment!

When we left the Opry we exited through those big wooden doors feeling like we’d really witnessed something special.  And we had.  It was amazing to be at that icon – The Grand Ole Opry, in Nashville – Music City, and see Charlie Daniels!  What a weekend!  Lets recap: Thursday night the Merle Haggard Tribute concert where we saw EVERYONE including Loretta Lynn, Tanya Tucker, Jamey Johnson, Alison Krauss, Willie Nelson, Keith Richards!  and then Friday we run into none other than John Hiatt at the ihop! And we round out the weekend with The Grand Ole Opry and Charlie Daniels!  And all of this with my sweetheart – How could this get any better??

Well, we will see!  Tomorrow we head off to Memphis and Graceland!! I can’t wait!

Stay tuned!

S&W

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A funny thing Happened at the Ihop!

Today was a pretty fantastic day.  We were still pretty happy from the concert last night (did I mention how awesome it was? It was very awesome!) and so we headed out, as usual, to have breakfast at – where else? – the Ihop.  Now, normally this isn’t such a big event, I mean, it’s breakfast right?  But today it was something JUST a little different.

We got to the restaurant and waited to be seated – nothing unusual there – then while I reviewed the menu (Warren almost always gets the same thing) Warren people watched.  After we ordered I realized that something had really captured Warren’s interest – he kept turning and looking at the table kitty corner to us. Then he’d look at me with this unusually excited look on his face, then look back again.  I looked at the table – meh, 4 middle aged men (ok, maybe more than middle aged) waiting to order… I looked a question at him and he grinned and said ‘I’m sure that’s John Hiatt!’.  Now, I’m not as big a John Hiatt fan as Warren is so couldn’t say definitively that it was or wasn’t him, but I had to admit the idea that John Hiatt would be at the Ihop on a Friday morning seemed… unlikely.  ‘Are you sure?’ I asked.  He grinned and said ‘yeah. The guy in blue’. I looked and was still a bit dubious.  Yes, he was of the correct vintage but it just seemed like 4 old guys eating breakfast.

We then engaged in some pretty focused eavesdropping and it sure sounded like this was a music person… but he seemed quite quiet and didn’t have the big ego you might expect from an entertainer.  However, when he referred to the birth of his daughter Georgia, even I was convinced.

How exciting! Of course the Squirrel in Sandy wanted to zoom over right away and introduce herself but Warren, being a person of much more self restraint suggested that we would NOT interrupt anyone while they were eating a meal with friends.

Humph. Fine.

We finished our meal and with some artful delaying tactics by Sandy we managed to end up at the checkout at the same time that Mr Hiatt was paying his bill. 🙂   He was gracious and chatted for a few minutes – talked about hockey and inquired as to why we were in Nashville – and willingly posed for the picture above.

So: Best concert ever Thursday night. Breakfast with John Hiatt on Friday morning.

Life is good.

Stay tuned!

S&W

Country Music Hall of Fame!

Today was a beautiful day in Nashville.  The sun was shining, the temperature reached a balmy 79 degrees (that’s about 28C) and we were ready to roll by the crack of 11. After breakfast at ihop (where else!?) we headed downtown to the Country Music Hall of Fame.  The exhibits were great – we saw guitars and costumes and journals – it was fascinating to see the lyrics of songs so familiar to us now, scribbled on foolscap or scraps of paper. Amazing that such big hits might start from such humble beginnings. We saw Elvis’s golden cadillac which was detailed in real gold, and Webb Pierce’s ’61 Pontiac Bonneville that had tooled leather seats and pearl handled revolvers for doorhandles.  It was pretty gaudy to be honest.  Then we continued down the next 2 floors looking at the exhibits and ended in the rotunda where all the Hall of Fame plaques are.  It was an interesting visit and so much information to take in.

When we got back down to the main floor we did a little bit of shopping in the gift shop then got a couple of sodas and sat outside on the patio.  There is nothing quite as nice as sitting in the sun in Nashville on a Tuesday, drinking a cold pop with your sweetie and enjoying the 79 degree weather.

Once we’d finished our drinks we meandered back out onto the street and did a bit more sight seeing.  We stopped at the Symphony Orchestra building and looked at the gardens there – a quiet oasis in a very busy city.  I sat beside the fountain in front of the building and enjoyed the cool spray. DSCN0949.JPGThen we hiked back to lower Broadway and took another tour of the downtown.  The music was in full swing even at 4 in the afternoon and we heard a couple of really good musicians.

Finally we made our way back to Ursula.  When we parked her across from the Music Civic Centre that morning it really didn’t seem like it was that far away from where we wanted to be.  However, hot sun, a museum visit and a very large hill made it seem much further away at the end of the day.  Warren was fine, but I really felt every step of that hill.  Oh well, my fitbit was happy with my work out  🙂

Once we were back in Ursula, we decided to see the last home of Johnny Cash.  Johnny and June Cash had lived in Hendersonville for 35 years, until they died 4 months apart in 2003.  The house burned down in 2007 and now the lot and what remains of the estate is for sale. When we found the remains of the estate it was still surrounded by a huge fence and 24 hour security.  We parked and got out to take a few pictures – being respectful of fences.  The property would have been beautiful when the house was there – the view of the lake was spectacular.  After snapping a few shots we headed back on the highway and started our search for supper.

Tonights dinner ended up being at The Golden Corral – another buffet joint.  It was HUGE but had all kinds of excellent food to choose from: a huge salad bar, chicken, pork, beef, all the side dishes you could think of, ice cream, pie, cake, a chocolate fountain… well, I did my best, and we were so full that it was definitely time to head back to the hotel.

Tomorrow we tour the Ryman Theatre – I can’t wait to see the original Grand Ole Opry!

Stay tuned!

S&W

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