Went to the Lui Collins house concert in Palo Alto tonight. I was a bit concerned about attending two concerts by the same person in less than a week (figured there'd be a lot of repetition), and both friends who'd expressed potential interest in coming along ended up unable to make it. And the concert sounded small and a bit thrown-together. But hey, it's rare that I get a chance to hear L.C. perform live, and I like her a lot, and I'd told the concert organizer that I'd be there. So I went.
It was a little repetitive; only a couple songs that she hadn't performed on Friday. And the crowd was very small, perhaps fifteen audience members total (and that includes the three-woman a cappella group who opened the evening), all crowded into a living room because it was too cold to have the planned outdoor patio concert. I was in a folding chair in the third "row"; the second row was a couch in front of me, occupied by two women flanking a man. (I wondered offhandedly, on and off, which two of the three were a couple.)
But half of L.C.'s between-songs commentary was different (chatting about what she'd been up to in the past few days: jamming 'til all hours with other musicians, going up in a two-seater plane, etc), and the songs were still lovely, and enough people were singing along that I was reasonably comfortable joining in as well.
And she closed with my two favorites of her songs (which are among my favorite songs period). And we all sang along. And during the last one, "Wildflower Song," which as I noted before is my favorite love song, both of the women on the couch in front of me clasped hands with the man between them, interlacing fingers, which made me even more delighted than I usually am by the song. I don't know for sure, of course, but it sure looked to me like my assumption of monogamy had been wrong, and the three of them were in fact a triad. At any rate, it's a great song to hold hands to, regardless of whether you're romantically involved with the holdee, so I approve whatever their situation. Not that they need my approval, of course. You know what I mean.
I barely exchanged a word with anyone all evening; too shy to talk to the rest of the audience. But I was still overflowingly happy all the way home.
"Melody and harmony can soothe and warm a heart that's weary. . . ."