Last night, our little family traveled up to Minneapolis to meet at the Red Sea, where my dear friend Opal C. McCarthy, along with her friend and fellow yoga-instructor Molli Ocea, performed in their first concert together. I love it when strong women band together to create something brilliant: here, we had poetry, we had acoustic guitar and lovely voices, all with a fairy tale theme. (I think of Angela Carter and other retellings.) I wish my own voice were so strong and not prone to falling into the earplug-needing variety. But I'd listen to Molli and Opal all the time, and I hope their projects lead them to recording, because I could imagine their music being something wonderful to share with Maya at home. For now, I'm content to watch my daughter, who is heading into the fourteen-month-old territory, skitter about the bar room floor, chasing the wild lights and saying HI! to the Somali men playing pool in the next room.
(via cell phone)
Video 1: Airship
Video 2: Opal solo
Ryan asked how I was feeling on our drive home and I said, "Warm and fuzzy," and he asked if I'd had a Jack-and-Coke as well. No, no, just content, filled up with happiness at having seen the first of what I hope will be many evenings of music, happy that Maya was so curious and wild, happy that I'm lucky enough to be friends with someone whose work I admire so deeply.
So proud of you, Opal. And Molli too!
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