Last night was magical.
After weeks of anticipation, Gillian and Dave's concert day arrived.
We pulled on our boots and twirled our dresses; then headed to the front porch on Ridgeway.
What awaited us was a southern summer feast and round 1 of Potluck and Pickin' on the porch.
Jalapeno pimento cheese with fresh cucumber slices.
Watermelon and feta salad.
Chicken right off the grill.
Rosemary Sweet Potatoes.
Buttery "brown" rice and one with fresh roasted peppers.
Sauteed okra spears.
We washed it down with mason jars full of peach-soaked whiskey punch, finished the night with peaches and chocolate banana-chip cookies.
Summer never tasted so good.
We spoke of bluegrass and songs we loved, then pulled out our instruments.
Jessica on mandolin.
Julie on fiddle.
Paul on bass.
I played the banjo.
Christy's angelic voice as Jeremy led us on guitar.
We sang our way through a book of old gospel and bluegrass songs.
We dubbed it the opening act.
Gillian and Dave played 2 full sets and then 2 encores. From the first twang of "Stillhouse" til the last boot-stompin' chorus of "Jackson", Ben, Liz, Dave, and I watched in awe of the "musical mindmeld (smile Dave and Wiz! I quoted it!).
That man is legendary. He ripped through "Revelator". Gillian, too...she hamboned and clogged through "Six White Horses."
What we saw left us wanting more.
Words aren't enough. I'll let the music speak.
opening act....
main event
best night of my summer.
hands down.
2 comments:
The pre-show pickin was AWESOME!
Mary! I didn't know you played banjo! That was AWESOME!!
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