Music, hark!

Had a faboo time at the concert last night at the Denver Botanic Gardens.

Got there about 6:10a and about 3/4 of the concert pit looked full up.  We managed to find a spot that was (a) fairly close to the stage, (b) about 7 p.m. orientation (where the performer’s going to be standing and looking out at 12 Noon), and (c) about five minutes from falling into the shade.

Then we pulled out a very yummy picnic dinner.  Margie had stopped by Whole Foods and picked up some tasty things to put into tortillas (and tortillas to go with them), as well as various desserts — some cake, some truffles, etc.  I contributed a nice, chilled bottle of Tablas Vignonier and digging the picnic gear and low chairs out of the basement.  Nice.

The headliner for this installment of the DBG summer series was Loudon Wainwright III, who was delightful, witty, profound, scatological, and entertaining as ever.  Got to pick up CDs as gifts or something (I can think of couple friends who would enjoy him — really — at least for different reasons).  (Actually went to the entrance later to pick up a CD for him to sign, but they were out, so I had him sign our ticket instead).

LW3 was only out there for the first hour’s set, alas.  Being just five weeks after hip replacement probably had something to do with that.  We did get to hear the world premiere of the “Hip” song — either a clever improvisation or something that actually will show up on an album.  Hey, any time you can work the atomic weight of Titanium into a song, it’s gotta be recorded for posterity.

The second half of the show was a guitarist, Leo Kottke, who did great 12- and 6-string work (and, yes, more CD buying is likely in the works).

Then a leisurely drive home (more leisurely than the rush hour drive there), pick up Kitten from Doyce (hat tip), and to home and to bed.