Review: Indigo Girls bring the magic
It had been a day of negative people getting in my face about stupid things, and I was a little uptight on the way to the Belly Up to see the Indigo Girls perform Tuesday night.
I’ve never been that familiar with their songs but a friend of mine from elementary school was visiting and she’s a huge fan of the folk rock duo so I agreed to go see them live for the first time.
By midway through the first song, the hard feelings that I had been harboring had completely lifted. The crowd, which surprisingly had a lot of men in it, were so congenial and warm that it made me feel all was right with the world.
As I watched and listened to the two singer-songwriters, Amy Ray and Emily Saliers, sing in perfect harmony, I realized that it didn’t matter whether I knew the song, or if it was from a new CD or an old one.
All I know is that beyond Tuesday’s stellar musical performance, these women are incredible songwriters.
The messages conveyed in their lyrics are just as magical as the music they create. Their lyrics are relevant and identifiable to everyday life. They resonate with our challenges, emotions, happiness and down periods.
Or least they do for me. The only disappointment with Tuesday’s performance was that they didn’t play my favorite song, “Watershed,” despite my repeated shouting out of the request.
That song has gotten me through some very down periods in my life, and every time I listen to it, I feel hopeful.
I know the Indigo Girls played quite a few songs from their Poseidon and the Bitter Bug CD released in 2009, and while I don’t know them by name, they were all executed beautifully.
I was especially entertained by their side stories told from the stage about the trip here and a little local insight.
Ray explained that the tour bus driver used the wrong directions, and they suddenly found themselves on the other side of Independence Pass staring at a “closed” sign. It took 45 minutes to turn the bus around, Ray said.
She also noted that she had ridden her bicycle down Cemetery Lane and was grateful to learn that the Rio Grande’s gradual incline was an easier alternative than going back up what’s known to us locals as “Heart Attack Hill.” Ray called the insight “magical.”
I would describe their performance the same way.
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