Few things are more enjoyable to me than good songwriting and good singers. After many years of being a horn player, I stumbled onto a Phil Keaggy concert in Dallas while I was in seminary, and was bitten by both the guitar and the sound of a good song delivered. A couple of visits to the Bluebird cafe in Nashville only fed my desire to take in these artists and their songs. Last Tuesday, Emma and I went with our good friends Bryan and Tara to see Ray LaMontagne at the Uptown Theatre on Broadway. We were both a little worn out from the day, but that didn't stop us from enjoying one of today's best singer/songwriters. If you haven't given yourself the gift of listening to his music, then do it now. "Ray" as I now call him (it makes me feel important to address famous people by only their first name) sings every song as if his heart is going to pop out of his chest. He's lived a pretty tough life, and it all pours out with passion, guts and beauty.
Good music is good therapy, and sometimes we do ourselves a disservice when we allow ourselves to listen to junk music. I will save my thoughts on junk music for another post however. Speaking of junk music, all two of you who read this blog are invited to the Westport Flea Market this coming Saturday night to hear me and my buddies with our live karaoke band "Separated at Birth". It is a wild and glorious time. 9-midnight. This weekend we are joined by bassist "Quiet Thunder" and Tony the drummer.