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Last night I went to see Mary Chapin Carpenter perform live in Durham. It was fabulous. I've loved MCC since way back when -- "Passionate Kisses" and "He Thinks He'll Keep Her", both of which she played; her "Stones in the Road" CD was the soundtrack of my graduate school years, while "time*sex*love" was almost all I listened to while I was pregnant with Mallory. If I listen to music instead of NPR on the way to work, it's almost always MCC, and certain songs -- "Jubilee," "Your Life Story," "River," "Walking Through Fire" -- I play over and over again and will never get tired of. (And why had I never heard her song about Halley's comet until last night? Must get that one off itunes immediately.)

Anyway, I can't adequately describe how great she was. Except that -- last night, as I was getting ready to leave for the concert, Phoebe said, "I want to be a rock star when I grow up, but Mallory told me it's really really hard. So maybe I'll just be a mom instead." As MCC sang her song "The Calling," about finding your purpose in life, I thought that at some point, someone probably told her that being a singer was really really hard. But she did it anyway. I hope that, no matter what calling my girls decide to answer, they have the same strength, and the same success. (Now if I could only get them to listen to MCC, instead of Hannah Montana...)

I also loved the opening act, Garrison Starr; if you like female acoustical/folk singers, you will like her too. Her song "Brightest Star" also made me think of my kids:

maybe today
maybe tomorrow
maybe the sun will come out in the rain
and shine on your face

whenever you’re lonely
I’ll be the wind blowing by
whenever you need me
I’ll be the brightest star in the sky

maybe it’s time
maybe you know it
pick up the pieces and start again
it’s your turn to shine

whenever you’re lonely
I’ll be the wind blowing by
whenever you need me
I’ll be the brightest star in the sky

One final note: I bought a concert t-shirt, which has given me an incentive to continue with my weight-loss. I got the largest size, and I swear it would be too small for Phoebe. Good grief.

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aimee said…
I love those lyrics. Made me cry. I am so glad you went.
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