Ingrid Michaelson Live

     I have loved Ingrid for years.  She is the soundtrack of my life it seems.  Each song came along just when it made sense...almost frightening me at times with her accuracy.  Plus, she is funny and witty and smart and her lyrics are as deep as her voice is sweet.  But I never had the chance to see her.  It was always not the right time, or there was not enough money, or it was a special night like my daughter's birthday.  I have missed her time and time again.  Elusive little angel she is. 
     John heard me rambling once again about her and checked out some dates.  The computer makes it "easier" and yet scalping and ticket sites seem to be growing in criminal ways to new levels.  He made a phone call.  We joke that some woman was sleeping in her booth by a red phone with a few buttons.  Head perched on her hand with elbow on table...she snoozes her day away because c'mon now...who calls?  But then - her phone rang.  It was John and he ordered two tickets with no fees, no crazy special taxes, no anything.  Just two simple inexpensive tickets.  OH and they were front row.  I was excited until I walked into the gorgeous theater in Harrisburg after eating at a place that serves gingerbread men cookies with a sandwich (both new by the way)...until I realized how close we really were.  Excitement was now an understatement.  My heart pounded as the usher took us closer and closer.  My adrenaline boiled as we were seated inches from her piano.  Inches I tell you.  Three seats over and the back of the piano would have blocked the whole view.  I watched her hands play the notes I have listened to hundreds of times.  I watched the strain in her throat as she reached for the hard keys.  I saw the muscles in her arms as she strummed the guitar.  She was clever and witty and smart as always but this time she was inches away.  It was a magical concert with an opening artist who I love now as well.  All because a man made a good old-fashioned phone call which is ironic since he is the gadget guy.  I joked that my mother helped out with this one but after seeing those seats it might not be so outrageous after all. 

Ingrid, I thank you for years of songs that got me through the toughest of moments and John, I thank you for finally getting me there to hear them live.