Partly because Lyle Lovett played
three Townes Van Zandt songs (alas, no “Pueblo Waltz”) during his set at Belly
Up in Aspen, CO the past Sunday night, I feel compelled to drop a mention of
it. But not only that, Lovett also explained some part of his relationship with
Van Zandt—and his ardent admiration of the late singer-songwriter. He described his first interaction with Van Zandt: after an afternoon set at a
small acoustic festival in Texas, Lovett descended the stage stairs only to come
face to face with Van Zandt, who stuck out his hand and needlessly introduced
himself. “I haven’t heard you play, but, according to the opinions of people I
respect, I hear that you’re okay," Van Zandt said, according to Lovett. Apparently Van Zandt's descriptor “okay”
was enough to set him into thankful ecstasy.
But beyond Lovett’s excellent
performances (and stellar set-list), there was one other aspect of the concert
that grabbed me. As you may know, one of my favorite Lyle Lovett tunes is the bizarre,
love/murder ballad “L.A. County” (featured on Saturday Songs – Dec. 10). It’s a
delicate balance between straightforward romantic jealousy and insanity. You
feel a smidgeon of compassion for this narrator, but still desperately want to
set up an appointment with a psychiatrist for him.
So while the performance of the
song was riveting, what was even more riveting was the
couple beside me. This husband and wife were jumping up and down, belting
out the lyrics—the husband gave a few ill-placed whoops and yippee-ki-yays—and were
breathless and cheering by the end of the song. Somewhere in the middle of the
song, the husband had noticed my consternation at their enthusiasm (although
it’s not as if I was staring them down for their indiscretion—I was singing
along hoarsely myself) and, at the end, he turned to me to explain.
We played that song at our
marriage, he told me, pointing to his wife. “She walked down the aisle to
that song.” The husband related how they had met Lyle several years ago
before they were married and told him about their wedding plans. His response to the
couple who wanted to play this murder ballad that takes place at a wedding during
their own wedding? “That’s true love!” Lovett told them, according to the husband. I laughed along with him—not only because it was ridiculous and whimsical,
but because it’s great to see people connect so deeply with something like a
country song on a level that you cannot. I love "L.A. County," but I will never connect with it quite the way that this couple does.
So those wedding bands on the hands of this whacko husband and wife glinted all night in the stage lights during the Lovett show. I love enjoying music all on my own…but it’s also nice to see other people enjoy it.
So those wedding bands on the hands of this whacko husband and wife glinted all night in the stage lights during the Lovett show. I love enjoying music all on my own…but it’s also nice to see other people enjoy it.
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