PBS

Today I am grateful for PBS.  Every so often I stumble upon something on my local PBS station that I can’t let go of.

Last night I was poking around on the computer and found myself unable to concentrate on the movie I had on, so I clicked to PBS and listened to Judy Collins: Live in Ireland.  Wow.  She’s 73.  Double wow!

They advertise this as a “pure” American folk interpretation of Irish classics, which is funny because that’s the exact word I was hearing in my head as I listened.  Pure.  What greater compliment can any singer be given?  She is a true professional, using just the right amount of banter between numbers.  Hitting each note dead-smack-on, with perfect pitch.  “How are things in Glocca Morra?” was a particular favorite.  It sounded like a sparkling, crystal-clear chandelier gently moving in a warm, soft, ocean breeze.  When she sang “Danny Boy” I turned it up and before it was over my husband was heading down the steps, probably bawling as much as me.  I couldn’t see through the tears.  We had both abandoned all hope of multi-tasking!  Perfection.