It takes a lot to get me to go to a non-classical concert these days. Prices have gotten so high that I can't convince myself that an hour or two of music is worth it, and my wife has very little interest in pop music, and I'm generally a creature of habit, and I'm always a little concerned about aggravating my tinnitis. So it takes a lot to get me to go to the trouble and expense. But with a little push from a co-worker and fellow music-hound I'm off to see and hear an angel a siren Emmylou Harris tonight. Her Wrecking Ball is one of those works that are so good I only rarely listen to them, so it wasn't that hard to talk me into this one.
Co-worker informs me that the bar where we will dine before the concert is rated one of the best in the country by Esquire. I don't quite get that–it's just a little corner bar that also serves sandwiches–my kind of place, but I wouldn't have thought it would be Esquire's. All in who you know, I guess.
Anyway, I will report tomorrow.
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