Redheaded confusion
We saw Patty Griffin in concert last night. This was a sad, unrequited dream of Cylinda's that was finally requited. She got to hear her favorite song, which made the ridiculous parking charge all the more worth it. As for me, I knew about 3 songs and I liked two of them. That in itself exceeded expectations.
Honestly, I enjoyed the show, if only for the reason that it started in an unbelievable way. Before the lights came down, I was running on and on about Isabelle and how I wish I was seeing her and blah blah blah. Cylinda, in her never-ending cheeriness, said, "Just pretend that she (Patty) has red hair, is short and is singing in French."
Not 30 seconds later, the short, red-headed Patty Griffin came out on stage, sat down at the piano and started singing this:
J'irai la voir un jour,
Au ciel, dans le patrie,
Oui j'irai voir Marie,
Ma joie et mon amour.
Au ciel, au ciel, au ciel,
J'irai la voir un jour.
I swear, I can't even make this up if I tried.
God help me if I ever mistake one for the other.
Labels: French, Isabelle, Music
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