So The Story Goes

My absolutely amazing sister in law won tickets on a radio show to a Brandi Carlile concert, and gave them to me and my husband for my birthday. The concert was last night, and she had failed to mention before hand that the seats were in the second row, right in the middle. It was a very small venue, and it was such a different experience from any concert I've been to in the past. It was an all accoustic set, and it was incredible. She sang new stuff, old stuff, and a couple covers, and told some little stories of how songs came to be. Some people in the audience would shout out questions for her, and she would answer them. It was very casual and personal.

I notice that often when I go to concerts, I end up thinking, "Why don't I listen to this person more?" If you asked me, I would say that sure, I liked Brandi Carlile, and yeah, I have her CDs. But seeing her in person...Well, let's just say that she has solidified herself as one of my very favorite musicians. And The Story is going in my car CD changer right now.

She's got a new CD coming out in the fall, and she will be touring then to promote it. I'll be seeing her, and you should be, too. She may be coming to you during this tour! http://www.brandicarlile.com/

But what is with concerts on weeknights? Oh was I ever dragging this morning. It was worth it, yes, but my 6 am wakeup call from my sweet son really hurt. I think that is something about parenthood that people can tell you before you are a parent, but the reality just doesn't hit you until you are there. When you are the parent of an early-riser (and you are not one yourself), you don't ever get to sleep in. If you stay up late, you still are getting up with them at the same time. They don't understand weekends. They don't understand special occasions, holidays and weeknight concerts. By the miracle of biology, that internal clock just keeps on ticking. And it unfortunately doesn't have a snooze button. I do admit that I will enjoy when he is at the age when he can get up and go watch Saturday morning cartoons for a while so Mama can sleep in!

Closer To You,
Jenny