Prelude:

Friday after work, when I logged into DCF, I saw the posting for tickets by Miss Scott. I clicked on to it, and looked around the virtual space, surprised no one had yet replied to the post. I mean, when DCF offers tickets, there's usually a rush of cyber feet to be the first there.

I read the post about the concert by Over the Rhine, a folk-pop couple hitting it at the Outpost, then looked, virtually, around the room again. Not a soul in sight. So with the stealth and quickness of an Amazonian Sloth, I googled the answer, since I knew as much about Over the Rhine as I did about Amazonian Sloths....

Checking back in a bit later and seeing I had won... I texted the wife, who was pleased that I was finally going to take her somewhere other than Taco Bell. She's funny that way...


The Interview:

We arrived at the Outpost, a small, cozy little place off of Yale. Finding some seats east of the stage, we settled in for some awesomeness in folky popness. Before that could happen though, KUNM via the Art of the Song and Viv Nesbitt conducted an interview with the Rhines. Though we learned the creativity that goes into song writing and the love story of the two key members of the Rhines, really the most interesting thing to me was that Karin Bergquist, having been a petless child, she collected horny toads in a bucket.


The Show:

I love me some solid homegrown no holds barred down and dirty folk type stuff... I mean, okay, I'm not a music intellectual type you'll find in places that...well.. in places that music intellectual types hang out at. I may not be able to name every band that's ever come down the pike but I know what I like when I hear it. Anyone who can write a song like this, I can dig.

They mentioned something in the interview about having some kind of tangible, physical connection when they played together at the beginning. I can see that. They work good together. Her voice is amazing. Really, and its an emotional tie between her and the audience I think that makes it work so well. Between all of them.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I'd just like to say that I don't like people. In general, I don't like being around a bunch of em at one time. They annoy me. Getting the chance from DCF to go see concerts that I normally wouldn't go to; to see a duo like this one who just makes ya feel good when your walking out the door, makes me giddy as a schoolgirl.

Afterward:

During the performance, Karin read a poem at the behest of her partner, and then sang a song based on that poem. Not to take away from the Ditchriders day, but I will leave this post with that poem.

Because I kind of dug it.

and thanks to DCF and to Neal Copperman from AMP Concerts. as always.



Charles Bukowski - Bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?