She did an outdoor concert at Clayton, which was once the home of Henry Clay Frick. The thunderstorm hit right before the concert was supposed to start, and it was impressive. There might have been ten of us left when it ended. She came out on the stage and said, "Ye're a' daft." Then she sang five of my favorite songs, and announced she'd be back the next night.

If I hadn't loved her before I did then. She was one of the great voices of our time, and a great lady besides.