Hello, friends. I'm back from a lovely and restful vacation. We spent a couple of…
Saturday night? We went here:
Can you read the name? Here’s his picture.
Now can you recognize him? Yeah, I know. The pictures are crap. I didn’t dare bring the regular camera with me so all I had was the Palm. But at least you know I thought of the blog and attempted to get a half-way decent picture or two.
We had a fantastic time! We took the subway and I knit on the ride into the city. We had dinner at Rustic Kitchen and it was fabulous. Great martini, great calimari, great ravioli. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. The waitress had never heard of Gordon Lightfoot, but told us that her parents were big Bruce Springsteen fans and, while that would normally make me feel older than dirt, the martini had kicked in so I was okay with it. We had allowed plenty of time for relaxing and chatting and then we set off (in the rain because it’s the weekend so of course it’s raining) for the concert.
Here’s my official review of the show, I’m sure it’s as good as anything you could read in The Boston Globe:
He looks older and his voice is a bit thinner but he’s still Gordie. He got standing ovations for Canadian Railroad Trilogy and The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Even though he didn’t sing my favorite (Summertime Dream) he did sing Dale’s (Song for a Winter’s Night) and it’s better for the man to be happy, if ya know what I mean. The Orpheum is aging and decrepit but the beer is reasonably priced (for a concert venue, anyway) and the bathrooms are clean. Probably the most telling thing I can say is that I would go see Gordon Lightfoot again in a heartbeat.
What can I say? I like Canadians.