a heartwarming musical tale
blogging, cello, funny, love, music, pictures, Portland, recording, true, Washington, Yakima December 9th, 2008My friend just called to tell me that he got a message on BookOfFaces from a girl in his high school class. This year is their twentieth reunion, so the class is using that web site as the point of connection for everyone.
So he got a message from a woman saying that she remembers him from choir, and asking him if he also used to play in the band Iron Horse. My friend said he did, and she told him that to this day she’s married to a guy she met at one of our shows. To the few and the proud who may actually have been in attendance at Iron Horse shows back in the day, and who might also be reading this, it was our show at the Ahtanum Youth Park.
There, you see? Music really does have the power to bring people together, especially if it’s the music of INXS, Yngwie Malmsteen, Van Halen and the Beatles. And, of course, the Fat Boys. She said they slow-danced to our version of “Honesty” by Billy Joel, which we did an off-the-cuff version of (along with many other songs) in order to stretch out the night.
This is one of those blog moments when I wish I had a VHS-to-computer transcriber thingy, because I have that show somewhere on a videotape, but I have no way to get it onto my Mac. So I could totally allow her to relive the magic all over again, by finding her on BookOfFaces and sending her a link to this blog entry, with a hilarious old video of the song she and her husband danced to, way back when. I suppose it’s the thought that counts, right? I’d totally do that if I had the technology. Grrr.
That story made me laugh, warmed my heart, and brought a little tear to my eye all at the same time, mostly because A) those of us in the band thought it was a fairly crappy but funny show, where we did all these weird songs we’d never played before, and B) I just think it’s awesome that not only did she meet her future husband at that of all shows, but that they’re still together now, over twenty years later.
Le Sigh.