
The Indigo Girls are best enjoyed with friends, and I was grateful to Samantha Vincent-Alexander for going with me since Jan was at Deacon School this weekend. Samantha's a big fan too. We laughed because someone came out in between almost every song to give the girls fresh guitars. We had a theory that Amy's black one only comes out for the angry or depressing songs. And one with a really driving beat. It was hilarious to watch our theory proven right. Having the symphony play with them really brings a richness to the music. On one song I could really see how Amy was loving listening to them while she was playing. It was a cool combination.
When I first started going to Girls' concerts, it was usually two girls and their guitars, not even a band. I still can't believe that they played in the little Pub at my beloved Sewanee and I missed them. I didn't know who they were then, and I didn't go. But I made up for it later. My first concert was a road trip to the University of Alabama. It was an outdoor venue, and people did NOT sit down and listen. At the time I wasn't a huge fan - it took seeing them in person for me to fall in love. As much as I enjoy listening to their CDs, there is nothing like seeing them live. That was the first time I heard them do "All Along the Watchtower." Powerful stuff. There's something transmitted that isn't the same in recordings. I supposed that's true for most artists - and certainly I know that experience from my years in live theatre. But I don't know if I would have become the fan that I am if I hadn't gone to see them - we were pretty close to the stage, too, so their energy radiated out to us easily.
After that first concert, I heard them whenever I could. We took a trip to Athens, GA to hear them at the Georgia Theatre right when "Nomads, Indians, and Saints" came out. Stayed with my friend Jill and stood in line for hours for tickets. We were close to the stage, standing almost right under the Girls listening to all those wonderful songs. I don't think Michael Stipe was there, but there was a band. On another occasion a group of us drove 9+ hours to Wake Forest in Winston Salem to hear them. My brother was a student there, and he got us tickets. Melissa, Doug, Tim, and maybe Mary and Susan. I'm sure there were others who went with us. It was a long way to go, but we had a blast.
In later years I saw them at the Fox in Atlanta, at Chastain Park, at Interlochen, and last summer in Denver with my niece and sister-in-law at the amazing Red Rocks Ampitheatre. There are so many memories. During the summers I worked at Camp Mikell, Peter Linz would play their songs on his guitar, and we would all sit around singing. I even learned to play "Closer to Fine" on my guitar one summer though there were a few chords I never mastered. The only reason I ever need to be playing a guitar is if no one else around can play. It's not my gift, but I sure love listening and singing along.

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