brown bird october 2011

In October 2011 we kicked back, grabbed a cold one (in all forms of bottles) and were delighted by the sounds of David and MorganEve and the beautiful music of Brown Bird.  Pulled together by our friends (who we say with admiration are groupies), we showed up to a quiet side street in Barrington and shot the sh*t until they were ready to play.  The garage was open and ready, instruments gently resting and available for the wee ones to stare at and admire, and for the adults to discreetly drool over.  When they were both ready we assembled for the most private concert I have ever attended.  The notes drifted off the guitar and the bass as easily as they have played on repeat in my car.  As we lazily reclined back and tapped a toe we witnessed artistry, passion, and soulfulness.  Those of us who had been following the band kept pinching ourselves.  David and MorganEve were quite absorbed in their performance and did not skip a beat as little artists produced chalk drawing in front of them or danced wildly with abandonment.  When their set was over they quietly packed up.  We grabbed their ear and chatted.  I had the chance to tell them that their music was in my ear during the entire course of my first half marathon just 2 months before.  Their steady beat propelled my legs and my head to compete and I was extremely grateful.  Ever humble they smiled and nodded their head to my story as I went on and on, gushing.  We grabbed a couple of t-shirts and have worn them proudly since.  Who knew that a few clicks of my shutter one quiet day in October, 3 years ago, would now bear so much meaning for us.  Thank you David and MorganEve for sharing so much of yourselves with all of us.  Your music is part of the soundtrack of our lives.