Who Knows?

On Saturday, D and I drove up to the Philadelphia Folk Festival, where we enjoyed a wonderful evening of music by, among others, folk legends Tom Paxton, Janis Ian, and Judy Collins. At nearly 70, Judy still sounds fabulous. I've seen her at least three times before and have never been disappointed. Those like D who have followed her in real time for her whole career (he saw her in 1970), say that her voice has changed -- as I'm sure it has (I didn't start seeing her live till the mid-'90s). But it's still amazing. What could be a better lullaby than to be serenaded on a summer evening (albeit a surprisingly cold one) with "Who Knows Where the Time Goes" as sung by the voice with whom it's most associated?

Another highlight was not only enjoying a set by country singer Kathy Mattea, singing from her spare and haunting new album, Coal -- a collection of songs about coal mining (she's from West Virginia, and both of her grandfathers were miners) -- but also meeting her. She was very down to earth and genuine, as I think the picture here indicates.

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