It all starts with a cause. In this case an everlasting love of Fleetwood Mac and adoration of the gypsy woman Stevie Nicks. We’d been drinking too much, jamming up the jukebox at The Creamery with Fleetwood to the point people'd groan when they see Hayley walk in that direction, even if she’s just going to the bathroom, and cheering “Stevie for President” all summer long in an intoxicated late night haze. As soon as Hayley mentioned she had scored four front row tickets back in September, it was on. Crucial in an epic trip is the whip and sweet matching shirts. It just so happened to work out perfectly that I have this shiny new (to me) 4Runner named after the one and only Stevie. And for Hayley's 29th (again :) birthday we'd had "Stevie for President" shirts made by our awesomely talented friend Becky at Bizy Does It. First stop, Surly Brewery to catch up with Deni and enjoy some frothy treats. Naturally we over-ordered, chatted, and laughed our way through shenanigans. We could have stayed long into the evening and migrated upstairs to check out the Brewers Table that has come highly recommended to us, but we had a schedule to stick to. Let the Stevie prep begin. Get the girls out of the Bayf and into the city and you can count on a few things: delish food, specialty beverages, belly laughs, high heels, a little extra make up, because city and we can. I mean getting ready is half the fun. The show was great. More than great. Magic. One of those hard to articulate kind of experiences. Stevie sang, told stories, insights, and reminded us that "we could be whatever we wanted to be." To love freely, love deeply, and hang on. It’s a simple message but somehow the experience made if feel so much more like a pilgrimage…
It’s a funny thing, thinking about how an artist, an experience, or even the loss of an artist can mean so much to you even though you hardly know them. But what I’m realizing as we navigate a year of artistic loss, its that you connect with these people, their messages because they give voice to your emotions. They help you learn about and express yourself in a way that otherwise leaves you lost.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorsMagdalen Dale and Kaite Sweval grew up a layer apart, overlapping and paralleling. Belonging to the shores of Lake Superior and yet not quite belonging. Laughing and dreaming on the bench outside the ferry booth as Mag passed the time and Kaite chose her time. Left to explore as soon as they could. And then as adults returned home, perhaps to their surprise. But glad to have each other... ‘cause we know there is strength in the differences between us and comfort where we overlap. Archives
All
|