Sigh...

Bonnie Raitt (after her young semi-stardom and before her mature mega-stardom), in a small theater-in-the-round, sliding and belting and grinning up at us with those dimples and tossing her red hair, as the revolving stage went slowly around... and around... and around.... (you got to know how, of course)....

Debby McClatchy when she was known more for her cooking than for her picking and singing, singing the rather recently written (what else) Cremation of Sam McGee and Blasphemous Bill McKie... at a huge Chicago-area house concert in the exclusive North Shore mansion rented for several years by Jenny and Becky Armstrong and various young Armstrong kidlings.... with the kidlings singing and dancing a bit now and then and otherwise hanging about on the floor paying close attention... and the Armstrong sisters lending the occasional song as well.... she sang that curly pow thing too and no one cared if they knew what she meant or not!

And hey! Bruce %#@**&^ HORNSBY, playing for about three hours at a venue WAY below his level, long after his new celebrity status and pop hits had worn off, and it was SO GOOD that although I was writhing in terible pain from a certain problem I was having back then, I stayed for ALL of it because by then I could tell this was one of those things that would never come my way again!

But best? Doc and Merle at Holstein's in Chicago, with T Michael Coleman, and Merle being SO good and all three of them being SO happy.

~Susan