Okay, so as usual my mind is all over the place. Coming home from the Willie Nelson concert last night I was sure I was going to write today about one of his opening acts, Angela Peterson, but then I caught this great show on PBS this morning, Foreign Exchange, and I had to write about that, too.
I like to start my Sunday mornings with a little political commentary. I tuned into Meet the Press and Tim Russert was grilling General Casey about the same ol' same ol' in Iraq. He wasn't going to get Casey to say what he wanted him to, and yet that wasn't stopping him. I decided to flip over to PBS and there was this incredibly intelligent show on called Foreign Exchange hosted by an articulate, interesting guy named Fareed Zakaria. I looked him up online and apparently I should have heard of him before because he is an accomplished editor and commentator, but whatever, I've heard of him now. He covered three topics today--Kurds in Iraq and their strategies in gaining political and cultural power and freedom in the region, Japan and its economy and relationship with China, and the political state of Belarus, Europe's last dictatorship. There is so much going on in the world and there are so many sides to look at, but we see the same ol' same ol' again and again. I was impressed and urge you to check this show out.
On a lighter note, I was at the Willie Nelson concert last night at the Backyard here in Austin. It goes without saying that Willie was great. Plus, he had a surprise guest, Nora Jones, who sings like an angel. You just want to close your eyes and drift off to wherever she is. BUT the biggest surprise was one of his opening acts, Angela Peterson. She is this tiny little sprite of a girl with enough energy to light a small city. Her performance was so spirited and, well, just plain spunky. I loved it. So far, she does not have an album out, but stay tuned, because she is working on one now. You can check her out at angelapeterson.com.
Between Willie, Nora and Angela, things could only have been better if everyone in the audience would have just shut up. It seemed like everyone around me was having conversations about anything and everything except the music. There were even morons on their cell phones. Why would you pay that kind of money to go to a concert and talk to your friends? Go to dinner and do that. Talk in the car on the way home! Some of us want to enjoy the music!!!
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