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| A Night With Phoebe Legere |
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| 8:03 |
It's 7:40, the sun has risen somewhere behind the cloud cover, the lake and sky a whitish-gray. It's 30º and perfect for a few wet snowflakes this morning when I walked out to get the Post Journal. It should stay in the low 30's with the possibility of an inch or two snow.
We had an easy Monday, with not much happening until dinner time. I was up early, wrote the blog, then drove off to yoga class, with a substitute teacher. The class was different which I liked and went quickly. I stopped for coffee, drove home and Evie was in Mayville for a doctor's appointment. She had thoughtfully prepared my lunch, a plate of leftover rice and chicken piccata so all I had to do was pop it in the oven and then enjoy it. Since my series, Peaky Blinders had ended, I needed to find a new series so I watched the first episode of a series called Hand Of God. I am not sure I will stick with it, a bit silly as a judge is born again, hears voices that lead him to bad guys.
Evie was back by the time I finished lunch and we watched with great amusement as Ken Starr tried to suggest impeachment was a bad thing for the body politic after he had been the lead counsel in the impeachment of Clinton because of sex with Monica Lewinsky and lying about it, clearly a threat to America hegemony and world peace. What a hypocrite.
The afternoon went quickly and by 5:15, we were showered and ready to be picked up by Ron and Linda and drive to Jamestown, for another concert at Shawbucks, part of the Rolling Hills Radio program. For twenty-five bucks, we get a concert and a buffet, of soup/salad and beef stroganoff, a good deal. We were there mainly to see the much-ballyhooed, fifty-seven-year-old Phoebe Legere, an old fashion dame, a combination 'of Edith Piaf and Lucille Ball.'
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| 'O, Mama,' |
From Wikipedia:
Phoebe Hemenway Legere is a multi-disciplinary artist.[1][2] She is a Juilliard-educated composer,[3] soprano, pianist and accordionist, painter,[4] poet,[5] and a filmmaker, graduate of Vassar College[6]
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| Tough Old Bird |
Before she took the stage, a folk group from Buffalo called Tough Old Bird. They were great good, singing original songs about Lake Erie and the Rust Belt cities like Buffalo. Phoebe followed, backed up by a group called the Crawdaddies. She was a hoot, belting out originals, playing either a guitar or accordion, loving the attention of being on stage. She is definitely a performer, having been an opening act for David Bowie, a friend of Huner Thompson. The audience loved her and her band so it was another great night of music.
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| Finale |
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| Phoebe With Another Tough Old Bird |
We didn't get home until 9:30 and the roads were fine, no snow. We had enough time to race through the Grammy's, watching a view of the acts we wanted until it was time for bed.
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