Last night, Judy and I went to Galveston to see Judy Collins and the Smothers Brothers perform in the Grand Opera House. As you can imagine there were lots of us oldsters in the audience.
We saw Judy Collins perform in Austin about 40 years ago. She doesn't look the same, nor do we, but as soon as she started to sing "Chelsea Morning," the years dropped away. It was like we were 25 again. She didn't do some of my favorites, but the ones she did lifted my spirits and even got me a little misty at times.
We'd never seen the Smothers Brothers in person, but they're so familiar from TV that it was as if two old friends had walked out on the stage, looking just the way they were supposed to look. They're still doing the same comic bits they did on the old records I have in my closet, and they're still funny. Still political, too. All they have to do is take their '60s political shtick and change the names.
I like Yo-Yo Man. Made me want to find my old Duncan and give it a workout.
All in all, a great evening. Worth every penny of the exorbitant ticket price, which isn't something I can say for every concert.