Concert three and a day of many emotions. It started rather blissful and relaxed. Frank delivered me coffee while I lounged in bed with the sun streaming in on me. It was time to check back in at home. Our daughter Allie is house sitting and dog sitting for us while we’re away. She’s got three friends staying with her to keep her company. This past year she graduated from the Univ. of Oregon Honors College and is applying to medical schools. She has so far scored two interviews, which are coming up soon. We feel her anxiety and nerves regarding these important events, and she still confides in her Mom about her dating life. Although she’s a full-grown 22, she’s still our baby. We had a long talk up until we had to leave to play our Matinee.
I had to switch gears, fast. As a Mom, it’s so easy to get pulled into the world of your kids. Sally. Focus!
During our Matinee today, as I was introducing the song I wrote for Allie I said that if she got into Medical school, we’d be playing lots more of these concerts! (That got a nice laugh.)
It was another high school today, and the dressing room was the band room! I jostled around music stands to create a make-up table, and changed my clothes when the coast was clear!
The piano was small, but a nice grand in good condition. The hall had nice lively acoustics and our sound check went well. I had to pull it together on the first half. The crowd was the biggest so far, maybe 700+. The second half the audience went wild with all the zany stuff we did, and we got another standing “O” and encore. I’ll bet you’re starting to think we have some sort of electric shock system in the seats, or something!
The biggest shock was a surprise meeting with David Folin from Allied Concert Tours in the lobby after the show.
He was making an eight hour round trip from Minneapolis, Minn. to see us perform. Frank had known about it since intermission, but didn’t tell me. Dressed impeccably, and very professional, he critiqued our performance. He must have heard feedback from our two other concerts, because he said, “You’re on-a-roll!” It was wonderful to finally meet in person the man we can thank for all this, and the man we’ve trusted to map out our tour.
After that, I was ready for a good stiff beer. So stiff, you need a fork and knife! I was drained.
After driving around for a while, we found a nice pub, which filled the bill. I had a pint, and Frank found his breaded tenderloin, a dream come true. (no side of oatmeal, either!)
Goodnight, all…tomorrow we drive 200 miles, and play a concert in Blue Earth, MN. ZZZzzzzz
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Sally - this post sounds like that story you told me about wanting a nice, refreshing beer after a long show. I sent off the CDs today so they should get to you soon. Have fun you two!
-Becca
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