This is the Night Sky that greeted me on my way home late-ish from work last night.
Venus is at the top left, and the sliver of the new moon/waxing crescent between the tree and our neighbor’s house.
So, no, there is no real star in the above picture! But wait, and you’ll find out the real reason for the post title.
I was only home briefly, as we were on our way to see Bobby McFerrin at our local fine arts college. I had gotten tickets for the whole family, and one extra so that the Gothlet could bring a friend.
What an amazing concert and incredible performer. Not just that voice (with its four-octave range) and the vocal innovations of his one-person a cappella arrangements, but the energy and the creativity that overflowed the stage, and the entire 1000-seat sold-out theater.
At one point, he asked for audience members to come down and sing with him — to sing a song of their choice and then he would sing along in accompaniment and counterpoint. I nudged the RockStar (who really does have a voice that’s a gift). No one came down right away (we’re a bunch of diffident German/Scandinavians, and the college students, who are less shy, were all in the upper balcony). So my (13-year-old!) RockStar got up and walked to the stage first; hopped up and sat easily on the edge of the stage with Bobby McFerrin in front of a thousand people with a cordless mic in her hand. She sang “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” a cappella (of course) with perfect pitch and perfect poise. (It was the first thing that came to her head that she knew he’d know, and which I think was inspired: she had such a sweet, pure tone; started off singing it ‘straight’, and on the last repetition, played with the melody slightly; and because it was so familiar, he really had fun with playing with his counterpoint second part.) Then she got a hug.
Later on, he asked for a small choir up on stage, and the Gothlet, not to be outdone, went up there with her friend (they have sung together in a city youth choir). Also very cool, though they kind of got lost among the big people visually, but what they sang with each other and with Bobby was awesome (we got to sing with them too, at the end).
Wish I could have recorded these moments, but do you know what? When I videotape or photograph something, I don’t see it quite the same way since I’m paying attention to framing the picture etc. (I did have my camera with me, even. But resisted the temptation — 1) not allowed, 2) see above, and 3) takes bad video! Just wish you could have seen it too so you could know this wasn’t just a fond mother bragging.) In the end, perhaps this was better, since I was purely in the moment — 100%.
Twinkle, twinkle, little — RockStar.
(I know, I know, not so little any more.)