Aa-shu Dekei-oo
Big Cuter and I sang along with the Tuvan Throat Singers and Bela Fleck and the Flecktones at the Rialto Theater last night. Had there been an aura-camera in front of us, I am certain that there would have been but one halo of wonderful light surrounding the two of us. We were each with the other's perfect person for that moment. I bought the tickets in September, as those of you who keep track of the information in the sidebar can attest. I found Bela Fleck on Pandora, and liked the sound enough to click over and see what it was. His banjo picking is clear and precise and quick, and even if "the banjo isn't a real instrument," as Victor Wooten, the Flektone's tonsured-with-dreadlocks bass player snarkily smirked, he sure does make pretty music on it. He's been nominated for Grammy's in more categories than any other artist, and I'd give him a statue in each and every one of them. We were sitting in the balcony, always the right choice...