I have been on the road forever it seems. So here are a few “Observations from the road…” posts which are – as always advertised – quirky and perhaps not ready for prime time. You’ve been warned.
Celebrity Stalking: True story. As I was walking through National Airport earlier this afternoon following a flight back from Chicago, I noticed two young ladies carrying cases for a guitar and mandolin. I had been focused on getting something for a late lunch before rushing to the office, but my brain did engage to the point where I said to myself, “That sure looked like Aoife O’Donovan – and I bet that was Sarah Jarosz with her.”
At this point you may be asking yourself, just who are Aoife O’Donovan and Sarah Jarosz?
Well, for music lovers who veer away from the Taylor Swift variety of music, they are two-thirds of one of the most terrific — yet widely unheralded — music groups today: I’m With Her. (And no, they are not connected to the Hillary Clinton campaign. They’ve had the name for a couple of years.) Sara Watkins – known to most as the female fiddle player and singer in Nickel Creek – is the third member of the group, and they gave a terrific performance last year at the Red Wing Roots Music Festival.
I quickly turned into the celebrity stalker, following them down the escalator towards ground transportation. As they were headed into the women’s restroom (I’m not making this up), I called out “Ladies!” Aoife, who was trailing, turned back, and I caught up and said, “I’m so looking forward to your Kennedy Center concert tomorrow night.”
She smiled and asked if I was on her flight. I told her no, that I had just seen the two of them walking through the airport and wanted to let her know how much I enjoyed her music. We exchanged pleasantries for 30 seconds or so, then I turned to catch my cab. I refrained from saying that her “Oh Mama!” is the first song on my playlist about half the mornings when I listen to music while walking or exercising.
“When I was a barmaid you were my mead
When I was a brave knight you were my steed
When I was so lonesome I wanted to cry
you came to me in the night…
You cried oh mama sing me a love song
pour me some bourbon and lay me down low
and ooh baby my poor heart is breaking
I feel the ground shaking right under my feet just put me to sleep“
I’m With Her is playing with Chris Thile and the Punch Brothers, plus Bela Fleck and Edgar Meyer on Friday evening at the Kennedy Center. I’ve had my tickets for weeks. Should be a terrific show.
The Humidity Tour (or perhaps The Whiskey Tour): In the past two weeks I’ve traveled to Charleston, South Carolina, Atlanta, Georgia, Houston, Texas, and Chicago, Illinois – with a couple of brief stints in Washington thrown in the middle. Just about every one of those cities experienced major thunderstorms or otherwise violent weather while I was there. One of my colleagues quipped that I was on “The Humidity Tour!” After about 145% humidity in Houston on Tuesday (only a slight exaggeration), I agree. Perhaps some band would like to take up that for the name of their next jaunt around the South.
I’ve also been fortunate to find a few good bourbon bars while on this tour. The best was probably Husk in Charleston (thanks to colleague Greg Kidwell for the recommendation). Edgar’s Proof and Provision at the Georgian Terrace Hotel (across from the Fox Theatre) in Atlanta wasn’t bad. And while Andrew and Candice made plans to take me to Jack Rose here in DC for Father’s Day, a freak power outage changed those plans. We’re scheduled to return on this coming Sunday, and with 2,687 bottles of whiskey on the wall, I can’t wait!
A Walk-Off for #20: While in Houston, I took advantage of an Astros home stand to visit number 20 of the 30 Major League Baseball ballparks in my quest to see them all. Minute Maid Park is a relatively new park in downtown Houston (and surprisingly urban in feel) with a retractable roof and excellent sightlines for baseball. (That roof was needed on Tuesday evening. Did I mention the humidity?)
The Astros were playing the LA Angels – the second time I’ve seen these two teams in the last three weeks. But where all the fireworks happened in the first inning in Anaheim (with back-to-back jacks by Trout and Pujols), this time the Astros waited until the bottom of the ninth to load the bases and then get a walk-off, two-run single. It was a great night of baseball, and now I’m two-thirds of the way through my bucket list of MLB ballparks.
To celebrate, let’s pour a bourbon and wrap this up with Aoife’s acoustic version of “Oh Mama!”
More to come…
Image: Sarah Jarosz and Aoife O’Donovan at Red Wing 2015 by DJB
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