Last night during the intermission at the Wailin’ Jennys concert we were looking around at the audience and commenting on the demographics. “Lots of gray hair,” he says. I sort of looked at him and grinned and said “well honey, that sort of includes us, doncha think?” And he laughed, and said “Yes, but I don’t feel old inside.” And so we discussed the fact that despite what our appearance in the mirror tells us, we both feel very young at heart. But that was last night; this morning is a different story. It was approaching midnight by the time we arrived back home, and somewhat later than that by the time we got showers organized, teeth brushed, and the “after midnight” snack consumed, and teeth brushed AGAIN before we finally fell into bed. And we both felt purely awful stumbling out of bed after less than 5 hours of sleep. “I’m gettin’ too old for this” were the first words out of his mouth this morning.
At any rate, the Wailin’ Jennys mostly confirmed what was said about them in the program notes. There wasn't too much hyperbole, except perhaps, for “Spurred onward by a growing fan base that swoons at their intuitive harmonies...” Well, I mean I didn’t notice that anybody was actually swooning during the concert, but at one point I almost cried at the beauty of their voices. At the very end, when they joined hands and moved away from the microphones and stood at the edge of the stage and sang an exquisite acapella Irish farewell song, there was dead silence the hall. Not a rustle, a cough, or a stir was heard. It was amazing. There is a video of them at U-tube, if you'd care to check it out