What music are you listening to this morning? Here, it's my new Darrell Scott CD. Over at VintageGuitar.com there's a review of this album by Steven Stones including this line: "The Invisible Man is one of the best albums to come down the pike in a long time... am I being too subtle with my praise?" You could say I'm enjoying the tunes this weekend.
So did you know about Triad Acoustic Stage? Because I did not. But now I've learned of this group of friends who are bringing musicians to the area in a very up-close-and-personal way. The accessibility, comfort, and quality of these shows is - if last night was any indication - unlike the live music experiences I've come to expect over the years. This way is better.
How perfect, then, when a friend emailed me Thursday about an extra ticket to a sold-out Darrell Scott performance at Mack and Mack, and how she thought I was the person who needed that ticket. Lucky me, having friends like this, eh? I never realized you could spend an evening at a clothing store and hear such phenomenal performances!
That's the beauty of what's happening in Greensboro these days. A bit like the dotmatrix project is creating a collaborative space for expression, where we can enjoy once less-accessible performances, Triad Acoustic Stage gives us the opportunity to hear spectacular acoustic music in an intimate setting.
Sort of like the night I struggled to tell you how moved I was by From the Mississippi Delta, I struggle now, too. If you were there last night, you'll know what I mean. But let me try and tell you, anyway.
Laurelyn Dossett from Polecat Creek (along with her friend whose name I'm sorry to tell you I don't know, although I'll update here asap,) opened up with a few of her songs and I was amazed that I'd never heard this woman play before. Heard of her, of course! But here I sit admitting that no, I've actually never heard her perform. It won't be the last time, though. Funny, when she introduced herself during intermission, how she thought we'd met before. I'd also found her familiar - we just couldn't remember where we might have met. It's one of the things you get used to, living in a town this size. You bump into a lot of people you feel you should know, you probably have talked to before, you just don't quite know where. Never mind: I was thrilled to hear her sing, even a little, and hope you'll get a chance to, also.
Now is where I stop rambling about Laurelyn, and how I could have listened to her sing for hours, and tell you how fortunate I know I am to have heard a performer like Darrell Scott on an ordinary Friday night, by just driving downtown and walking into one of our many Elm Street businesses. You don't hear a lot of song writers like this guy. He was singing all that music to me, of course you know, and it washed over me, making me wish I'd followed a different path and become a musician myself. Because good music will do that to you. His lyrics tell stories. His guitar and piano playing make you hold your breath. His accessibility and candor humble you. This kind of talent doesn't brush up against you every day.
So that's me on a Saturday morning. Throwing out all the sensations I gathered up to myself last night and woke with this morning, wanting my readers to feel a little of this. If you live in the Triad Area, you'll want to get on the mailing list of TAC. If you're too far away, I'm thinking your town has its own version. Support good performances. Go out and hear some music. Remind yourself of what it feels like to hear it live. No matter how amazing your stereo? I'll bet you'll agree with me: there's nothing like music performed live.