Sunday night I went to the Indigo Girls concert at Chautauqua
auditorium. It is a rustic, intimate
venue and is historic Boulder which I love.
I went with two friends that went to law school with Dave and before the
concert, we enjoyed a beautiful evening on the lawn with a picnic dinner with
wine.
Indigo Girls always make me think of my best friend Ryan, she and
I were obsessed with the Indigo Girls in college. We spent many a night smoking cigarettes,
writing poetry and listening to emotional music about life and mapping out our
astrological charts. When I listen to
their music I feel 19 again and have a strange feeling of wanting to laugh
hysterically and cry at the same time.
As a Christmas gift in 1997, Ryan got us both tickets to see the
Indigo Girls. Unfortunately about an
hour before we were set to leave, Ryan was unable to find the tickets. We literally ripped apart the entire house we
lived in and Ryan was sobbing. We even
went to the music store to try and repurchase the tickets but it was sold
out. To make up for our heart ache over
the lost tickets, we got tickets to the Lilith Fair that summer to see Indigo
Girls along with other “all women” shows which prompted my Dad to have a very
awkward conversation about whether or not I was a lesbian. With all the time I spent with Ryan, my
tongue piercing and affinity for the Indigo Girls, his coworker deemed me as a
“definite lesbian”.
I think my favorite Indigo Girls song is The Wood and I was so
happy to hear them play it on Sunday. It
seems to have summed up not only my college years but the last few years as
well. The end of the song says:
And
even I have got to laugh at me
No
one gets to miss the storm of what will be
Just
holding on for the ride
The
wood is tired and the wood is old
We'll
make it fine if the weather holds
But
if the weather holds we'll have missed the point
And,
that's where I need to go…
