Eric Bogle: In Concert

I didn't expect to go last night, but Karen and Rilla from Windbourne talked me into it. Mind you, this was about as hard as talking me into picking up a $100 bill lying on the street.

What can I say? The man's a pro. He's great. In one rather unusual (for me) moment I kept poking at my eyes. You know the bit -- "Me, crying? Nah. It's just allergies or my sinuses." Eric was doing a song called "It's As If They Know" about horses who knew they were about to get killed the next morning by their longtime owners -- soldiers who had to go back to Australia but couldn't take them behind after WWI. Karen and Rilla passed the Kleenex; I passed on it, but eventually whipped out my own.

I don't normally cry during a concert, and this made me uncomfortable, but when everyone else was doing it I didn't feel as awkward. Gads, that man's good. He was fighting a sinus infection, too, but after chatting afterwards I learned he doesn't believe in taking antibiotics. I decided it was best to not bother him with home remedies (another guy was pushing a ton of vitamins) and instead just ask him about his tour.

Alas, he leaves the US in December and won't be back for another two years.

Belated birthday wishes

Happy belated birthday wishes to johno and nolly!