September 17, 2017, Prescott-
The poor man is, no doubt, sitting with his head in his hands, wondering what his beloved will conjure next. Rebecca spoke, sympathetically, of her husband’s reaction to her doing things like writing a song a week, for a year or writing a song and a related poem, plus painting a picture, each week, for so many weeks. I would guess that a certain number of said works are about him.
Last night, Rebecca Folsom and Sally Barris offered two hours of rapturous song, interspersed with the kind of banter indicated above. They came to us from Boulder and Nashville, respectively, and offered “medicine for the soul”. The repertoire ran from Rebecca’s songs of her beloved Colorado; an homage to Judy Collins, Joni Mitchell and Carole King (see below); and a bluesy paean to what women can do, to Sally’s impromptu “Halloween Love Song”; a tribute to those who accomplish much, with a “Little Voice”; and her signature “Let The Wind Chase You”, which earned a Grammy nomination, in 2009, when it was recorded by Trisha Yearwood and Keith Urban.
The ladies captivated the vast majority of the audience, including me in my box seat, just to the right of the stage. We joined in, on cue, for the choruses of the Halloween Love Song and “Wilder Girl”. Their nearly matching red dresses were a sign of the slight ache in their hearts, at not being with their sweethearts, on a Saturday night. The loving audience at Prescott’s Elks Theater did what we could to make up for it, and like so many of us who have traveled far, in the line of work, they carry on.
There was a bit of personal resonance in the ladies’ presence. Rebecca’s voice resembles that of my mother, in her prime. Sally both looks and sings like my late wife did. Both despite, and because of, that eeriness, I was all in with their performances. Their work speaks of liberation and trusting love. They stood, solidly, for the achievement that is in every woman’s soul and by extension, in the soul of the person she loves.
I’m sure I’d be fast friends with either one of them, should I encounter her in a more casual setting. Perking up a visibly tired Sally, by thanking her for a lovely evening, was enough for last night. I wish them, and all women, full progress towards that sense of attainment. In the end, it will serve to benefit us men, as well.