A Night in Music City

To say that I rarely venture into Nashville anymore is an understatement. Commuting 100 miles a day for over a decade took care of that desire. But to see Andrea Bocelli perform, I might even drive to Murfreesboro.

I maneuvered fifty miles of interstate traffic at rush hour, crawling from the off ramp to the parking facility, walking to the arena in 35 mph wind, and finding my seat. No prob.

I splurged on a front row Mezzanine seat
on the aisle–no bumping elbows on my left.

Bocelli’s singing voice: Other worldly:
“I know the gift I have been given from God and I try to share it with as many people as possible. Having a great voice is not a merit. I don’t think it is a merit.”

“The fact that I am blind is not what defines my life. It should be of no more interest than my blood type. People wonder if there is a relationship between my lack of sight and the way I sing. But there’s no connection.”

That is hard to believe, so intimate a voice. Even in an ice hockey arena.

“She is one of the most talented singers working today.” –AB

It didn’t go unnoticed by me that in the time I shuffled with the crowd exiting, with a birds eye view of the escalators, not one person did I know. I thought surely I would run in to just one person. Sigh. I remember when . . .

On my walk back to the parking facility, I played photographer.

“. . . a good song lasts forever.” – Alan Jackson