An evening with Hem and Over the Rhine was just what I needed yesterday. We drove up to the city for dinner and a late show at the Great American Music Hall. Over the Rhine crowds are good people. I didn't even mind the drunk girl behind me playing with my hair. Hem played a fairly long set, and Jon and I decided that we liked them better live than on their album, even though they only had a stripped-down ensemble. Their songs are so soothing, I almost wanted to take a nap before OtR took the stage.
What a beautiful piece of heartache this has all turned out to be. You said it, Karin. My most loved band opened with my most favorite song. I could have wept through their entire set, but I didn't. We were as close to the stage as we could be, and I wanted to focus intently on the songs that they so beautifully offered us. It's difficult to do that through sobs and tears.
I could go on and on about how amazing Over the Rhine is in concert. But nothing I could say would do it justice. You just have to go and experience it for yourself. Okay, maybe I'll allow myself a few sentences. .
To me, their songs are so familiar and comforting, I'm home wherever I hear them. And there's nothing like Karin's voice. It can't be compared to anything I've heard.
I'm holding on to one of the lines from Summertime, the only cover they performed.
"One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing. You'll spread your wings and take to the sky."
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