Jean Redpath came to Pittsburgh for an outdoor concert at Homewood, once the home of Henry Clay Frick. She was supposed to sing on Friday, and we were all there, with our lawn chairs and blankets, when the rains came, with a vengeance! It poured! Seriously! When the storm ended, there were maybe 15 of us still there.
She came on the stage, and said, "Ye're a' daft!"
We cheered.
"The Scots are different from the English"
We cheered some more.
"Do ye want to start the second Jacobite rebellion?"
We cheered again.
Then she announced that she'd do the concert the next night, and sang five songs, all of them favorites of mine.
I was, of course, at the concert the next night. It did not rain. Ms. Repath autographed my cd, and we got to talk a little, which was also nice. She is one great lady.