It was a gloriously beautiful God-given day today. The sun was out and it was 60°. I drove with the windows down and cleaned with the windows open, and the birds talked to the birds outside, and the heater didn't kick on. Then it got cold, we had that typical Kansas 30f° drop in like an hour thing happen, so it was freezing cold after sunset.
But it didn't matter because the Joan Baez concert was tonight! So awesome... I've been looking forward to this for weeks, I adore Joan Baez. It's funny because when I picture her I always see this young long-haired protest singer, but she doesn't really look like that, because that was in the 60s (earth to spacefem!) But she has the same eyes. Same posture and expression. Still a protest singer.
She actually did two whole songs before she said, "Okay, now I'm going to sing an anti-war song." I was surprised she made it that far. She had lots of great lines, but my favorite was when she said, "I know that some of you in the audience tonight may not agree with my views. Just remember: I was right 35 years ago." (knew you'd love that, Dad)
Many songs. Many of her songs, many of other people's songs, from Bob Dylan to Natalie Merchant. We sang along to The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (fantastic!) and Gracias a la Vida. She didn't do Diamonds and Rust, which was interesting, or I Shall Be Released, which is my favorite Dylan cover of hers, but whatever. Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts was just as satisfying... she even sung half a verse in Dylan mode (which is basically not singing... I've always been of the opinion that Dylan is definately better when other people are singing his stuff) and we loved it.
So that was that. Came home and here I am.
I got to thinking... I'm not strongly anti-war now, in fact I tend to play whichever side is opposite the people I'm talking to. I guess that means that, had I been born 60 years ago, I wouldn't have been a hippy. And how sad. It's so free and glamourous and spiritual. I'm an engineer. In the 60's, I probably would have been... oh, some kind of professional. The man. The enemy. Curse this conservative midwestern upbringing of mine!