Belterra Casino
2001
Vevay, Indiana
My girlfriend and I just returned from
Vevay, Indiana where we saw both of Dan's fantastic shows on the 19th
and 20th at the Belterra Casino Resort. I've been a BIG fan for 25 years
and have patiently awaited the opportunity to attend a show. And man, I
gotta tell you, it was well worth the wait. We got to the Resort around
6:15 on Thursday and there was already a considerable line of folk
waiting in the lobby in front of the showroom since the seating was
first come, first serve. We quickly joined them and my sweetie held my
place in line while I went to pick up the tickets. We chatted with some
great people in line, some of whom had driven as far as Memphis (a good
7-8 hour drive) and Dan's hometown of Peoria, Illinois to see Dan for
their umpteenth time, confirming what I have always heard about the
loyalty of Danfans. The tickets said the doors would open at 7:00 pm but
they opened them 15 minutes early, evidently because there were so many
people in line it was disrupting hotel business. I was glad to see a
such a good turnout. Anyway, somehow in the frenzy for decent seats we
were lucky enough to get in the 6th row on the aisle right in front of
center stage. I was thrilled since the first four rows were roped off
and seemingly only VIP's and/or high rollers would get to occupy those
seats. As we sat and listened to Don Henley's End of Innocence CD
playing over the sound system (I wonder if Henley plays Dan's stuff
before his shows!?) I got out my digital and began to adjust the
settings for lighting because the folks at the entrance said cameras
were OK (I was shocked) when after 15-20 of the VIP's were seated, the
usher (a thin woman who looked serious about her job) undid the rope and
was allowing the two rows across from us to fill in the empty seats. I
seized the opportunity and took off, leaving my camera and my
girlfriend, almost, and as luck had it we ended up FRONT ROW, 3rd and
4th seats CENTER STAGE! Dan was no more than 10 feet in front of us!
Thank heavens a nice gentleman found us and asked us if we had left the
camera and returned it to us, an act for which we were/are eternally
grateful. However, I soon found out that cameras were not allowed as I
was reconfiguring the settings for the closer view. Security made me put
it away and a guard kept an eagle eye on me for the entire show. I did
manage to snap a couple towards the end with the help of a great fan
sitting next to me who leaned forward to block the security guard's view
of me. We kept promising to each other to exchange email addresses, but
we failed to do it and I can only hope he sees this sight and catches
the photos here. As for the show, AWESOME. Period. First the cheesy
wannabe Vegas Emcee came out and plugged the Casino events, told a
blonde joke (I know the blonde on my arm was real amused) and then
announced that the show would end promptly at 9:30 so everyone could
board the boat for gambling. Gambling? I was like, who cares about
gambling? Anyway, soon after cheeseboy destaged, the flute music came on
and one could sense the electricity in the air. Then, promptly at 8:00
the lights went down and the announcer, who I think was the guy they
call "Fish" because he was tending to what looked to be a
sound panel, said "Ladies and Gentleman please welcome Dan
Fogelberg." And out he came with a boyish, almost embarrassed grin
on his face, hands waving appreciatively in the air as the crowd cheered
and rose to it's feet. He wasted no time in diving right into "Part
of the Plan" on a beautiful Ibanez 12 string guitar. It was amazing
to see his guitarwork that close. After his opener, he thanked the crowd
for coming out and made a joke about Vevay and how he had to pull out
his map to find the place. Then he did an Elvis imitation and jokingly
sang "VEVAY, Las Vegas!" HA! He was warm and comical all
evening as the crowd participated politely and appreciatively. While the
audience was made up of mostly hard-core Dan Fans, there was
surprisingly a lot of "white hair" in the audience (not that I
don't sport a few grays, myself) and I came to realize that this was the
feature show for the casino that night and many of these older folk were
tourists and gamblers who most definitely got more than they were
expecting because most didn't seem to know who Dan was, yet they were
all smiles at show's end. Dan did "Forefathers" and dedicated
it to any of us in the audience who had children, or grandchildren, and
that delighted the older crowd. The stage presentation as far as
lighting and sound were very well done and there didn't seem to be any
of the sound problems that he was having at his previous shows, maybe in
part due to a brand new state of the art facility with superb acoustics
and seating. There truly was not a bad seat in the house, which looked
to be just shy of a sell out both nights with only a few balcony seats
empty. Dan even commented on the 2nd night, "It sounds great in
here, doesn't it?" He played with the talcum powder, squeezing the
bottle and saying "special effects!" as a white cloud of
powder erupted from the bottle. He laughed at himself and did it again
harder and the folks next to us got peppered with it! He apologized and
laughed and shortly thereafter he asked his stage manager to bring him
some fresh hot tea because he gotten talcum powder in his cup. He
continued to play, going from guitar to piano every 3 songs or so with
stage hands switching back and forth between two Martin six string
guitars, the Ibanez didn't come back out. I must say, I don't know
whether it was the piano or his mastery of it, but I was unprepared and
unaware just how very talented he is on piano. The only problem was, on
Thursday we couldn't see his hands on the keys, but his renditions of
"Beggars Game" and "Paris Nocturne" were stunning.
His voice was good the first night, phenomenal the second night. Same
with his guitar playing. I don't know if he was tired or just not
"on" on Thursday, but his guitar playing on Friday seemed to
be much sharper. His tributes to John Lee Hooker with "Road Beneath
My Wheels" and Chet Atkins with "Buckaroo's Midnight
Ramble" were breathtaking on the 2nd night and his performances of
"Longer" and "Leader of the Band" on Friday were
flawless. I'm talking CD quality flawless. His voice was angelic and
pure and he seemed to hit the high notes with much greater ease than the
previous evening. Many were in tears during those songs, including my
babe. Anyway, he closed both nights with "Auld Lang Syne"
after telling us how it all came about. When he made reference to the
convenient store on Abbington Hill, the lady fan from Peoria shouted out
with glee and Dan said, "Ladies and Gentleman, Ms. Abbington
Hill!" I know she got a kick out of that and by the way, Ms. Hill,
I hope you found "Brett." Sitting at the piano before he
played the song he said he would like to play more but the casino wanted
him to wrap up by 9:30 so the gamblers could board the last boat and
since the casino was paying him, he had better do what they wanted. The
crowd was obviously displeased with this and we begged for more as he
stood and thanked the standing crowd, smiling and obviously pleased. But
he made a quick exit and the lights came up and his stage manager and
stage hands were out on stage wrapping things up, making it evident to
us that there would be no encore. Most of us up front were really
disappointed as one guy who bore a striking resemblance to a young
bearded Dan presented an original Netherlands album in plastic to his
stage manager and asked if Dan would autograph it. He said that Dan was
already in the car and gone. What a bummer. I caught his attention and
asked him for the set list which was taped to floor at Dan's feet during
his performance. He looked at me and said, "Man, do you have a
wife?....I've been doing this for 25 years and I only give the set list
to pretty ladies!" I quickly replied "Hell YES!" and
pointed to my girlfriend next to me and he handed it to her with a
smile. He then shook my hand and thanked me for coming out. Now my
girlfriend won't let me have the set list until I propose. HA! What a
night. The second night I told her (my girlfriend) that we should sit in
the balcony so I could try to take some good photos without security
breathing down my neck. Besides, I was lucky enough to sit up front the
first night and I didn't want to deprive another long time fan of the
same opportunity. We ended sitting with some super folks from Louisville
with a great view and were able to see Dan play the piano that night.
From my balcony seat, I saw Ms. Abbington Hill grab the set list after
that show, which must have been identical to mine as he played the
exactly the same songs. OK. That's enough. I know this has got to be the
longest review ever and I could go on and on, but in short, if you are a
Fogelberg fan and have been wanting to see him for years, you OWE it to
yourself to go. I know I'll be going back next year and every year after
that he decides to tour. I have never witnessed a finer musical
performance anywhere, anytime. Thanks Dan. Thanks so much.
David Thanks to David for the photos!! |
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As I sat with the hushed
crowd listening to Dan play "Make Love Stay" on Friday evening,
I suddenly felt contentment unlike anything I'd known in years. I feel
most fortunate to have seen Dan in concert a number of times, and it
seemed that he was "giving" on Friday unlike I'd ever seen an
artist give. He felt something, and we could, too.
Sylvia, I echo your thanks to Dan, Brett, Linda, and others, and the after-show meeting of friends we'd never met before continues to be a thrill to me as I write this two days later. I was lucky to sit across from you, to enjoy your reactions to everyone, and to experience a little more of your common sense wisdom. It is almost unbelievable that people could meet for the first time and be so comfortable together. I wanted to take all of you home with me! My three days at Belterra were beyond what I could have hoped for, from arriving minutes before the Thursday show and having great seats anyway, to trying in vain to lose money at the slot machines on Friday, to the fantastic experiences of Friday evening, and I am humbly appreciative to Dan for making it all possible. Thanks to all of you for the big smile still on my face! Old Tennessee Alvin |
Even
though once again the concert was cut short by the exit of the gamblers,
I can honestly say that I can't imagine anyone there was disappointed by
Dan's performance. The man seemed to be totally on page with the
audience this night. He was laughing and joking and did the usual sit
and drink tea routine while the people around him called out song
requests. He then informed us that he couldn't understand a word of it
because it all sounded jumbled to him on stage. Later he was making reference to some local tourist sites ~ tied it into Larry Bird and integrated the whole routine into the surrounding cities and states. He knew how to play this audience and they loved it! I will let the others who were there taking notes fill in with the details of exactly what he said as well as the set list. He was genuinely funny and the most animated I have ever seen him! At one point he took the bottle of baby powder he was using on his hands, squeezed it to form a dusty cloud in the air and called it his special effects. The musical portion of the Dan show was perfection! No technical difficulties and he totally nailed every song as Kim said. Throughout his performance we would all look at each other, smiling like Cheshire cats, we knew he was giving us his all! More than once I got chills from listening to the piano resonate through the auditorium or hearing the guitar sing as only Dan can make it do. I heard no strain in his voice and he seemed to reach every note with no trouble at all. The raspy, honey, blusey vocals were truly at the same time distinct and clear. This particular showcase of Dan's talent transported me back to the earlier concert days ~ it was like a soft wafting caress during one song and transpose to a blood pumping, can't sit still in your chair for the next one. The experience was a gift wrapped special delivery for your senses and I am now patiently awaiting the creation of the next chapter. ~~Sylvia The Belterra Experience ~ Part II Dearest Kim, Thank
you for such a wonderful visual! Yes, yes and YES ~ just as I
remember and it will be so nice to revisit here from time to time as the
memory fades! |
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What more can I say about the Friday
night show at Vevay!
It had been many, many years since I have watched Dan perform. It was a small club in CA and I remember thinking "wow, this guy is good". He mentioned an album so I visited the local music store, purchased Souvenirs, and have been hooked ever since. The only thing I can add to what others have already mentioned, is the emotional way I felt sitting there in that small intimate venue watching one man and an instrument(s) enthrall the entire audience. My other half (Dave) and I sat in the front row of the mezzanine which allowed us not only to watch Dan from a great vantage point, but watch the audience's reaction to Dan. There were times when you could have heard a pin drop. I had brought along a small pair of binoculars (getting old is rough-lol) and scanned the crowd every now and then and saw one thing throughout the show. There was a constant sea of smiles. Smiles of happiness at hearing a favorite tune and some more pensive as listeners were taken back to a special moment by a particular bar of music or lyric. A few of the attendees around me had tears during Leader of the Band as we listened to this special song from a son about a father. The amazing sounds this brilliant musician made from one guitar (playing with one hand at times) and one piano was nothing short of amazing. Many other artists need two or three others in accompaniment to achieve less. He is truly gifted and shared his gift with all of there that evening. On our drive home the next morning, Dave asked me what I will remember most about the show. My thought is this: I feel a certain sadness that an artist and master of his craft such as Dan, feels he must play the top 40 hits when there is sooooo much more this talented man could share. What put him another notch up on my Dan pedestal Friday night, was the way he delivered those same top 40 hits to us---that few hundred people in that room. He 'blues-ed' up, jazzed out and softened the tunes so that it felt as if he were singing those songs especially for our particular audience. These renditions were not the same top 40 hits---these were personal deliverance's (is that a word?-lol) from him to a very appreciative, intimate audience. The humorous bantering was quite enjoyable. I think he was enjoying himself with the audience almost as much as we were enjoying him. I personally love it when the artist talks/banters--it takes the artist from being a person there to do a job, to a person there who shares a part of themselves and maybe takes a bit of that audience back with them. I can hear it now,,,'remember that show we did in Vevay, Indiana in 2001,,,that was a really great audience'. Ok, well, I'm sure that conversation will never take place, but in my small way, I'm going to feel that on that night, not only did Dan give something special to us,,,,,we, that group of people in that venue, gave something special back to him,,,,,and I think he felt it. I am finally going to stop and end with, as they say,,,,,it was one for the record books. Juan |
How can I put this... ...the entire
trip seemed surreal. It was absolutely wonderful meeting
everyone... ...and I'm here to testify that entirely too much of a
person is completely lost in knowing them only through the text one
reads on the screen.
My first thanks goes to my friends
that combined forces to get me to the show... ...it will be a trip I
will never forget. Indiana and Kentucky are just the most
beautiful country. Now I know why Phoenix area isn't green.
There was no green left by the time He got here and the new batch
wasn't ready until He hit the coast.
'Along The Way' to and from the concerts we noticed the following Dan related businesses etc.:
Loose Ends - Hair Stylists
Days Gone By - Antique Store (Okay -
this would be a cross between 'These Days' and 'Love Gone By')
Dan's Restaurant
Dan's Marina
Danville
Oh yea... ...and a guy from North
Carolina wearing a Jimmy Buffet t-shirt.
Secondly I need to thank Belterra
Casino for their wonderful hospitality. The entire staff
treated us as royalty. From the guy emptying the trash, the old
security guard, the young lady at the Champions Desk, the pretty young
things with the accents guarding the reserved seating areas, the guys
behind the bar, the young English woman at the check in counter, and
Jackie... ...words are not enough to express our thanks to Jackie.
Friday... ...it was amazing, like I
wasn't even there... ...oh yea, I wasn't... ...a little
misunderstanding of the Indiana time zones had us walking in during
his final song... ...he sounded great and looked rested and happy.
We wandered around awhile, drove around awhile (How many times can we
pass the 'Bun Boy' restaurant in one trip?) and finally decided it was
time to settle in and play guitar until the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday... ...time zones or not,
nothing would keep us from being at this show so we slept on the
showroom floor. Okay, to be truthful we did not, but Sylvia and
I were there in plenty of time and waited for Kim's arrival. She
arrived and we chatted and snapped pictures and then went in for the
show. We were shown to our seating area where we met up with
other online friends; Diney Boo and Hubby, Old Tennessee Alvin; Kevin;
Juan; Linda. We had approximately an hour to chat before the
flute music started and the lights went low.
During this time an emcee came on stage giving out tour t-shirts... ...one went to a man that had shaved his legs for a Deanna Carter "I Shaved My Legs For This" show... ...another went to a man looking like Dan from the Nether Lands LP... ...this guy also ended up getting Dan's autograph on that lp. He then started soliciting from the audience as to where we came from to see Dan at Belterra. I yelled out "Arizona!" and I think that was the furthest traveled. Hey, why didn't I get a T-shirt? Finally... Ladies and Gentlemen Please Welcome Dan Fogelberg!
He walked on stage looking happy and
rested. He took his place in the old wooden chair and began
chatting. He talked of how he liked the sound in this place.
He said it was great, "Me, my guitar, my piano and you good
people." to which everyone cheered.
He then played 'Part Of The Plan' and I
finally realized I was there. It was a joy to here him strumming
that guitar again... ...I still do not know how he makes it sound so
clear. Next he played 'Hard To Say'... ...it may never come
again"... I certainly hope it does.
So far no sound problems. A few
requests from the audience and Dan went into the bit about yelling out
requests when he goes to the symphony.
He then started talking about
'Forefathers' to which he dedicated it to anyone who is a child.
He jokingly said he wasn't sure if he meant that physically or
metaphorically. He dedicated it to Parents. He
dedicated it to Grandparents as well. He dedicated it to
anyone who has a child, or to anyone who has experimented with the
processes... ...the crowd responded with cheers and laughter. He
then played this song to perfection.
He then said he was going to play
'Beggars Game'. He said it was from the 'Phoenix' album he
thinks... ...or whatever album it was... ...which brought more
laughter from us all. He went to the piano and played this song
and I told Sylvia that this was my favorite piano work of his.
He did not let me down in the deliverance. It is such a powerful
number.
Next up he talked of Paris... ...he
talked of Big Bone Lick State Park in Kentucky... ...he talked of
Larry Bird being from French Lick, Indiana... ...He said "There
sure seems to be a whole lot of licking going on." and then
"What's this licking all about." A women from the
rafters yelled; "Like you don't know Dan!" and this
brought the house down with laughter and cheers and it appeared all
Dan could do was smile. He said something about Illinois being
"The Land Of Licking" throwing a curve on the word
Lincoln... ...okay, I think Dan is ready to go into stand up comedy.
He then played 'Paris Nocturne' and I
had to rethink my choice of favorite piano pieces...
...okay, I love them all. Next up was 'Don't Lose Heart' and I
had made it through so far so good. I had not thought much upon
the year before. But then he played 'Make Love Stay' and my
emotions got the better of me. Part way through the song someone
leaned over and said, "Doesn't he look like Henry Winkler?"
and it brought me out of the pain. And yes, he can look like Mr.
Winkler at times. Take a look at page 24 in the Portrait
booklet.
Next up he talked of John Lee Hooker
and dedicated 'Road Beneath My Wheels' to him. Will someone
please come over and show me how to play some slide guitar. Dan,
ya busy? How about you Bonnie Raitt, got a few hours to kill?
He then played a John Lee riff and I do not know the name of
it... ...sorry. 'Buckaroo's Midnight Ramble' came next in a
dedicatory to Chet Atkins. This song is fun to listen to. I
could picture the cat amidst the nocturnal romps while this song
played on. Dan spoke of his appreciation for both of these men
and the contribution they gave to the music world.
Yes the special effects were great
but much too short-lived. I could've watched Dan play with the
baby powder for hours - hee hee.
'Run For The Roses' came up next and
if I remember correctly Dan was making some jokes about the Indy Derby
instead of the Kentucky Derby... ...in reference to the Indy 500.
Having just driven through some of the most beautiful country I've
ever seen, and passing by a place that probably treats horses as well
as or better then Belterra treated us (If that is possible), I
realized the dedication to the thoroughbred in this song... ...and to
the derby itself... ...more than I had ever felt before.
'Longer'... ...well, we've all heard
it a million times... ...in elevators with CEO's humming along, in
grocery stores next to little old ladies thumping melons, in the
doctor's office sitting in the waiting area prior to going into the
little room to wait some more... ...and we've all wondered why they
don't play his other songs. Well my friends, this time it was
like hearing it for the first time... ...it was truly a joy to listen
and I thought of his Mother as I did. She must be mighty proud
of her 'little boy'.
And next came thoughts of his Father
as he did 'Leader Of The Band'. Trying to decipher my notes (I
skipped writing in the dark 101 in college.) I think Dan stated he
wrote this in 1975. We know it was released sometime after that,
in 1981 on The Innocent Age lp... ...now we know when it was
written... ...anyways, I thought of Dan's Father and how proud he too
must have been, and what a joy he must have felt when he first
listened to his 'little boy' sing this song to him.
As the others have stated, Dan then
started talking of Peoria, of Christmas Eve, of Irish Coffee and of
whipping cream and how you can't have the kind in the can (He made the
'Swooshing' sound that is made by that kind...) He talked of
Abington Hill and yes, I got it straight from Ms. Abington Hill
herself that this is the correct spelling. Then he sang the
encore of 'Same Old Lang Syne'. Okay, it wasn't really an
encore... ...I just pretended he had walked off and then back on to
give me that affect. Anywho... ...He sang and there were no
flaws, he played to perfection, the sound in that room was heavenly...
...Dan still has it and he let it show. He can play and sing
like there is no such word as retirement.
And then he waved goodbye and was
gone... ...Abby got the set list... ...and we just all looked around
and then slowly left the theatre... ...many pictures were taken of
each other and we headed off to find some seating and get to know each
other better... ...The next two, three or four hours (?) were the
best... ...finally putting faces to names and the humor in you all is
never ending... ...and the stories you shared... ...it sure made the
after concert feelings of PDS-Post Dan Syndrome or PDD-Post Dan
Depression - much easier to avoid.
Vevay, Indiana - 2001 Gone but not forgotten! Brett
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What
began as an overnighter for Fred and I became a weekend thing, thanks to
his job. Since Fred had meetings during the Vevay, Indiana concerts and
our non-transferable, non-refundable flights had been purchased, I went
alone to the Friday show. Why didn’t we use frequent flyer miles you
ask? Because availability is almost nil – that, or you can rarely get
two seats together OR the layovers are sometimes 3 or 4 hours. Yes,
Travelocity worked just fine. He still wanted to see Dan so we made
arrangements to go to Michigan as well, lucky for me. Friday morning my star babysitter arrived on time and I left the kids, sleeping in their beds. Fred was out of town and when the alarm rang at 4 a.m. I almost didn’t wake up, after all, I’m usually the one who gets to stay home in bed, sans plans. Showered, dressed, and wrote a little love note to Fred, then took off without strapping anyone in car seats…wonderful…ok, wonderful and a little teary. What was I doing? Did I need to leave my kids? What if Tom didn’t watch Jack closely enough? What if Sophie got in to the medicine cabinet? Is a concert worth this? …thinking and driving… Well, yyyea. I’m worth it. The best part was that I’d rented a pick up truck at the Louisville airport. I’d been looking forward to this as I’d never driven one and wanted to try it on for size. After two Volvo wagons, a Jeep and a Suburban, this was the ultimate non-mommy car (unless you’re talking about a 450 SL or something like that, but then Budget Rentals didn’t stock those.) When I arrived in Vevay and found my B&B without a problem, things were looking up. My mind was so clear, I had so many thoughts and images and feelings and felt flooded with them – I had no idea that would happen. My plan was to do some antiquing and explore the little town a bit, but the Inn was so wonderful and there was nobody to take care of but me, so I did. I filled the copper tub, soaked, and slid between the hemstitched linen sheets into a deep sleep, a sleep I haven’t experienced since, hmmm, oh, since Emma was born…zzzzzzz…until the knocking started. “I’m sorry, Kim? It’s your husband, he says it’s an emergency”, said the innkeeper. Poor thing, she’d been warned about me. I had expressed my desire for complete privacy before I even made the reservation there. I wanted a peaceful, quiet place with enough space between the rooms that I didn’t feel I was hearing or sleeping with other people. I’d been polite, but very clear and much to her credit the place was absolutely perfect. But Sophie had spiked a fever and hadn’t woken up all day. No problem, I told Fred. Motrin and Tylenol at 6 hour and 4 hour intervals, respectively. No doctor’s visit, what can they do? Keep her comfortable and watch for lethargy. “But Kim, Tom said she hasn’t woken up all day” he reminds me through my yawns. OK so maybe it’s meningitis? Oh God, this is probably nothing but what if it’s something? I’m going home. Meanwhile, two nice women at the inn, fans Juan and the silent Lady Guenevere, offer comfort. They’re moms too. At this time the innkeeper remarks the time at the Belterra Casino, only 5 minutes down the road, is 1 hour ahead of our time at the Inn. Hopes of making my hair look nice for meeting my friends are dashed. Hopping in my nonmommy truck I set off to meet Sylvia and Brett anyway, at least 30 minutes late. They spotted me as I looked for them in the lobby. The two seemed as though they’ve known each other for years, it was really a nice feeling that I got from them. We chatted, had a bite at one of the hotel restaurants, and bought tshirts before the show. As Brett and Sylvia mentioned earlier, the staff at Belterra was superbly accommodating. And surprisingly the venue was great, in my opinion. It wasn’t outdoors or aesthetically pleasing or anything like that, but there probably wasn’t a bad seat in the place. I also noticed that the high rollers were rapt as they watched Dan play. I saw some very elderly couples hugging while he played “Longer” and nobody up front seemed distracting, to me. The audience last year at the lovely, stone Chastain Park was much more disruptive than anyone I saw at Belterra. Now, onto the concert. As I sat, Sylvia to my left and Diney Boo in front, I felt good being there among people I knew. We’d had a chance for introductions, giggles, and hugs, and I settled in to enjoy the show, relaxed in the knowledge nobody would ask to be taken to the potty, or request something impossible for me to produce causing a scene and lots of anxiety, eye rolling and heavy sighs. I tried calling home but my phone couldn’t get a signal in that little river valley, so I looked around for the mysterious Artemis instead. Not knowing what she looked like, I gave up and decided to just relax and be a “taker”. And boy, did Dan give that evening. After being introduced Dan came out and played Part of The Plan, one of my favorites. If you’ve never seen Dan solo acoustic you really should. He played great. He sang great. I watched and he looked so natural up there, so natural and yet energetic that he really put out a lot of punch with every song. I listened to the lyrics as though they were being heard for the first time and as he sang I was thinking, “you know, these are wise words and lots of people are hearing them, this is like a mass dosage of aural medicine”. Next was “Hard To Say” which was a treat to hear live especially so close to Dan. Like so many other people I like watching him play guitar, he makes it look easy and for some reason making it look easy inspires me to try doing my stuff well, too. He chatted a bit, I don’t remember exactly what he said but he was very engaging and pleasant, in general. I do remember he dedicated “Forefathers” to parents, grandparents, and anyone who had experimented with the processes. Of course he didn’t mean me, specifically, but I took every bit of that dedication in my heart anyway as this was the first time I’d left my babies back home in North Carolina…and it was a good thing. Then at the piano he played “Beggar’s Game” which, in my opinion, is far better solo acoustic than with other instruments. It was my second time hearing him play it live and I swore I’d come home and learn it right away. I still don’t know what a Beggar’s Game is; perhaps if someone could explain it the song would have more meaning for me, but it was almost electrifying just the same. It’s got so much movement and energy as a piano piece! “Paris Nocturne”. What is there to say about it besides it’s another lovely, lovely instrumental piece written by Dan. I’ll admit a part of me almost aches because I cannot play it like he does, though I try. But then I suppose if he chased my kids around all day he wouldn’t play it like he does, either! I thought of Freesia. I thought of the last time Fred and I were in Paris. I thought about all the things I’d write to you guys when I had the chance and then decided to sit and take it in, enjoy the moment and not have a care in the world. See, Dan was doing his job; he was truly entertaining and it was really working. “Don’t Lose Heart” was next. It’s a new song for me as I just got Portrait this year and as he sang I thought how the words “just remember when the road gets dark, I will always be beside you” could be spoken from someone’s God, Spirit, Creator, lover, friend, or family member. It’s a powerful song, especially the “you watch me wrestle with my length of chain” part, and he performed it so well that night. So far the performance was getting better by the minute. “Road Beneath My Wheels” gave me happy feet! I absolutely love that, and of course he followed that song with several guitar pieces which were all WONderful! I heard “Buckeroo’s Midnight Ramble” for the second time in concert and loved it all over again. Wonderful! And I marveled at his guitar playing all over again. He’s obviously spent many, many hours of his life playing and it shows. His skill and performance is inspiring to me. “Run For The Roses” gave me goose bumps, as it always does. It touches the horse-crazy little girl inside me that refuses to grow up. The man knows thoroughbreds (“It’s breeding and it’s training and it’s something unknown that drives you and carries you home”). He knows. They have an unextinguishable fire and anyone who’s been around them knows it. The way Dan ends the song, though, is so sweet. He slows down so much so that it’s like dusk; the horses have been worked and put up, and they’re just beautiful creatures again, wild and mysterious, powerful and unpredictable. It was a nice moment and I’m so glad he ended the song like that. Made me clutch my shawl and give myself a little hug, fondly recalling a large part of my past. He returned to his guitar and played “Longer” more beautifully than I’ve ever heard it, except when my husband sang it in my ear at our wedding reception – even Dan Fogelberg himself cannot top that, uh uh. It truly was a nice version and performed so tenderly I couldn’t believe my ears. Everyone saw it, because I looked around at the other people in the audience and they were rapt watching Dan perform this song that we’ve all heard so many times. It was like hearing it for the first time, and I think Sylvia made that comment as well. He was absolutely “on”. He was giving so much that evening and I felt so treated, so pampered by his performance. By the time he played “Leader Of The Band” he’d been on a roll all night. The same energy was behind this song as was in “Longer” and, well, all the others for that matter. “Auld Ange Syne”, same thing. Everyone cheered. Everyone stood. Dan Fogelberg had performed perfectly on Friday, July 20th and beyond that, he delivered an energy that I took with me when I left. It was inspirational. It felt good. And another thing, at one point he addressed the audience by simply walking to each corner and bowing. It was a simple gesture, but a welcome one as he seemed to accept the audience’s sincere and obvious approval. It was nice to watch him take it in, for some reason; gave us a chance to give at least that much back. It was also nice to be collectively acknowledged after so many people came so far to see him play. He bowed and left. Everyone slowly made their way to the lobby of the Belterra, and although I found Artemis I lost everyone else – temporarily, anyway. We had a bite in one of the restaurants and chatted for a couple hours. It was so nice, especially since we were familiar with each other online. I thanked the entertainment manager at the hotel, and said goodbye to everyone and went to the B&B. Brett had honored me with the gift of his original drawing of Dan that night, one of the pictures that is shown on the Ever On home page. Old Tennessee Alvin said I could call him anytime (uh oh, girls, he doesn’t know about my phone fetish!) everyone else gave of themselves in hugs, well wishes, and friendship. Random acts of kindness were flying everywhere that night! It was truly heartening. End of the concert, now back to my trip so you may stop here, if you wish, while I chirp on! I’d planned for months to sleep really, really late the next morning and of course could not. So, up early I wore jeans, a tank top and my favorite shawl and read my Flu book downstairs until Jen, another fan, joined me in the parlor. We talked about Dan, the concert, our children. Everyone else made their way down for breakfast soon after that, and we listened to Twin Sons of Different Mothers, if I remember correctly. Anyway, Jen had brought all her Fogelberg CDs so there was a good selection. Juan was there with her husband, and we shared a yummy breakfast together with a few others. I didn’t want to leave their company but wanted to see the area before leaving for the airport. So off in my pick ‘em up truck, I set out for Carollton, Kentucky. It was so nice to have time to wander, time to breathe just walking by myself and exploring without worrying about anyone else. Of course the first thing I did was go antiquing…let’s face it, junking!… and I found things for the very people I was free of! For the girls, I bought them each their very own Breyer’s horse. This was a sure hit with them since they play with and covet mine, but these were especially for them, and their first. For Jack a little truck, and for Fred, an aspiring apiarist, an old bee smoker and the spitting image of the other one he recently found! That was fun, but let’s just say it was a good thing I didn’t have my Suburban with me (they had a great pair of huge old carved wooden doors.) The best part of the trip was having time, as Freesia says, to breathe. It was short but my head was so clear. I’d found a part of me that nobody would miss but me. I knew it was only temporarily gone and it was fine. One day my kids will be too busy to even visit me. Feast or famine, you know? But it was nice to briefly visit that part of me that has been shelved for seven years. The part that is me alone, with no one. I liked it. Kim ~..~ |