Sunday night, I was privileged to host a house concert for my favorite singer, Susan Enan. Earlier this year, she decided to tour the country singing in people’s houses. When she put out the call for houses to play in, I signed up even though I was terrified to have people in my house (I’m a lone writer most of the time for a reason). But I simply couldn’t let this unique experience pass me by because I knew I would regret it. You see, Susan Enan is more than just a singer I love; her music has provided the backdrop for many thousands of words. Almost every playlist I’ve created for my novels has included a song or two from Ms. Enan. The chance to have her play her beloved songs in my living room was truly like a bunch of birthdays put together. And the concert was truly a celebration.
I gathered up just about the most wonderful group of people for the audience (and they, knowing I am gathering-challenged, provided snacks, beverages, and moral support). In truth, after getting the house ready, the rest was really easy. What I was initially afraid of melted away because of the joy of introducing people to a singer/songwriter I love.
And then she sang. It was miraculous: her talent, her sensitivity to the performance, the way she captivated everyone in the room. I knew this would be a powerful event for me, but watching everyone else's reactions to the music was so humbling. Everyone was moved, some to tears. Music, I’ve always believed, allows us to connect with emotions we usually seek to control. Susan Enan’s music allowed us to connect with her and with each other in a way that only live music can. The moments we shared in my living room are special and will never be exactly duplicated. I’m so very grateful to have heard the music that facilitates my connection to my stories, stories I hope will one day connect with others.
Artists of all varieties are a kind of family. I felt that talking with Susan about her adventures in the music industry, and she easily understood the trials of the publishing industry.
And then, I took her to the State Fair and showed her a life-sized cow made entirely of butter.
We’ll be friends for life now. :)
Please check out Susan Enan's music, you won’t be sorry. And maybe her music will take you on journeys I will discover when I read your published novels. And think about hosting a house concert; there is simply nothing like it.
Quote for the Day from Susan Enan’s “Monoplain”
“We need to make some water but we’re all too tired to cry
So roll down your river ‘til your river runs dry”
Photographs were taken by my dear friend, Allison. Check out her talent here.