The Most Amazing Evening
Last night I saw the most incredible thing. I was part of the most incredible thing. My lovely friend Sylvia turned forty, too. Her gift from her husband was ... (get this)...
Ricki Lee Jones.
Sylvia had a party at her house -- you know, the usual. Family, friends, good food. Good wine. And then, in the early evening, Ricki Lee Jones walked in with her guitar. And played in Sylvia's living room.
She started out by explaining why she was there -- she said she'd been watching Turner Classic Movies and noticing how in the 1930s people used to have concerts in their houses, real musicians playing in the living room. She wondered what it would be like to play in someone's living room. And then Sylvia's husband called.
It was incredible to hear her. She was so...well...Ricki Lee Jones. You know what I mean? She sounded exactly like herself. She played my favorites, Weasel and The White Boys, We Belong Together -- and also Christmas carols. Which was lovely, but what do I know from Christmas carols?
I was sitting right up in front. I mean, like, a foot away from her. And she was gorgeous. She was wearing red kilt with lace underneath, slit up on either side. It managed to be sexy and retro-demure at the same time (sorry boys, but the ladies are interested in these details). She had on little black ankle motorcycle boots, and I immediately wondered where I could pick up a pair. Perfect for those events where you want to dress up, but still seem ultra cas and cool. Perfect, for instance, for playing in someone's living room.
The only song she wouldn't play was Chuck E, and you can probably understand why. I mean, how many times has she been forced to play that? Every single time she's ever appeared?
Anyway, I was out of my mind. My friend Peggy said she felt like she was at a Beetles concert in 1968 and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. Which would have been a little bizarre in Sylvia's living room.
What an AWESOME birthday present. I felt like it was for me, too, because I'm still celebrating my own birthday. Don't worry about this forty thing, guys. It rocks.