By Hubie and Bertie
We cats went to see Gordon Lightfoot in concert last night. (Yes, they allow cats in concert venues, as long as we are masked.) We enjoyed it, even though we knew it was probably the last time we would see him.
Lightfoot is 83 and hard to understand — unless you know his lyrics by heart. He depends greatly on his backup band of skilled guitarists and percussionists. And at one point during the encore, his wife Kim had to rush onto the stage and give him oxygen. The fact that she was already armed with the mini-tank and burst out from the wings so quickly made it clear that that kind of thing happens all the time.
Why does Gordon Lightfoot still tour? Hard to know, unless it's because diehard fans like us keep turning up. Anyway, while this isn't an entertainment blog, we thought we should say something about the privilege of saying goodbye, at least in person, to a Canadian legend. He didn't perform this song last night — he probably wasn't up to it — but we'll always thank him for the "Canadian Railroad Trilogy" (recorded here in 1972). And for everything else he wrote. We cats PURR.
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