There are live musical acts I never pass up if they're in town (why yes, The Indigo Girls, for example), but Brandi Carlile just might be my favorite live performer: petite but packing powerful pipes and radiant positive energy. She plays moving ballads and rocking covers ("Folsom Prison Blues" is a favorite) in a show that only disappoints if her set is short because she shares the headline.
(Look: she's in my minivan, too!).
I bought tickets for tonight's concert months ago, and doesn't everything sound like a good idea months ago (like marathons and pregnancy). Truth was, at about 2 PM I imagined myself in a standing-room-only venue this evening and felt exhausted by the notion. So I went home after work for a tall cup of coffee, and rallied.
What's awesome about follow-through on commitments is that it rarely disappoints, even when it's an early-morning workout. My niece and I got home at 11:30, inspired and exuberant and not even achey after hours of standing. She had never heard of Brandi Carlile; here's to hoping you become a fan, too:
"I sometimes lose my faith in luck; I don't know what I want to be when I grow up..."
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