Troubador

Last night, we had an absolutely delightful and wonderful time.  We traveled north to Columbus to take part in the "local" version of the James Taylor and Carole King Troubador Reunion Tour.  Starting at about 7:45 in the evening, the two gave a mind-blowing, nearly three hour long performance that, for people our age, was some sort of magical concoction of nostalgia, music history, and just plain old fashioned classic rock and roll party.  What a great, great evening it was!



We had seats that were WAAAAYYYYYYY up in the top of the arena, but for this show - with its theater in the round stage, and giant screen displays, that distance was really no issue -- and the music was spectacular.  There is something truly magical when these two get together to make music, and the clear and apparent affection they have for one another only enhances the experience.  Backed by three of the original band from their first Troubador performance, and a variety of backup singers with long histories of performing with one or the other of the two.  Amazing!

James is now 62 and Carole is 68. I'd have defied anyone to guess their ages based on their antics in concert.  Carole dances and rocks the place in her high, spiked heels, and never seems to miss a beat.  Taylor still seems almost shy as he weaves his music into the story of his life -- every bit the poet, even after all these years...

Figuring our longish drive home after our very full evening, and a bit of time, once we got here to settle down and decompress..., and we were late; no LATE, by the time we got to bed.  Today, predictably, we are tired and mostly trying to recover.  I can only imagine how tired the two of them must be.

swan