I went to a concert last night featuring Judy Collins and Garnet Rogers. Judy was a folk music icon in the 60s and Garnet sang beside his brother Stan on many a stage in the 70s. Both have thrived as performers ever since.
Garnet opened the evening with several songs, great stories all. That’s what I usually glom onto but yesterday it was the voice. Garnet has a deep baritone. The Aeolian Hall has renowned acoustics. And the sound guy was brilliant. The result was my mouth opening in wonder as Garnet sang. The vibrations coursed through me.
Soon it was Judy’s turn and she picked up right where he left off. Her glorious soprano reached towards the vaulted ceiling. And her face was so soft as she sang. Once more my whole body was silent as the melodies enveloped me. Time stood still. I stood still.
The grand finale was a duet … Garnet and Judy singing Stan’s “Northwest Passage”. Such an anthem of exploring northern Canada and the interior spaces of a human being. Stillness squared.
Thank you for the music.